Role

Chapter 6

Tarak peers over the edge of the crib, a small female figure lies in it sleeping soundly.
His mother and father stand behind him, a warm smile on their faces. Tarak reaches a hand
out gently touching the forehead of the smaller figure.

"Taraks sisters! So liddles! Taraks liddles likes this?"

Taraks father leans forward slightly "Once you were small like that to son."

"Taraks not liddles no mores! Sisters bigs Taraks?"

A cautious look crosses Taraks fathers face "We are all different, I doubt she will grow to
be as big."

"Yuh! Taraks looks afters liddle sisters dens!"