CHAPTER 2

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Having been the last born for merely three years, enjoying the luxuries that came with the title before life decided to surprise her with somebody who might take her place but will eventually lead her to maturity, she grew used to that freedom from responsibility cause she was a child. the baby of the house as some might call it. How tables turn, she who once was a last born now earned the name mediator, middle born and/or second in command. It wasn't easy as the little one came out feisty and bullying her elder sister, who was rather still and not as violent, the irony. She was such a chubby baby, full of love, weight and creativity, simply beautiful.
Welcoming baby Reinard was such a blessing. She was a chubby baby, one of the biggest fans of technology, not knowing she will grow to be an IT geek. She would constantly get lost in the world of cartoon characters, of fantasy and create her own little wonderland. One of the most creative souls Esra had/has ever met. A lover of milk, all types of milk, natural, manufactured, fermented, you name it. As long as she had milk and got to watch her channels she would be the happiest child ever.

Quite welcoming she was to all the people around her, not as picky though, such a kind soul. She soon requested for a phone for her hard-earned good grades in her younger years in primary. Being able to negotiate well for what she wanted to get and acquire, a sweet and loveable tongue, being the lastborn that she was. Being deemed the baby of the house. amazing, right? Reinard loved to scribble in Esra's assignments, quite eager to leave her mark for all to see, eager to share her enthusiasm with everyone and anyone willing to watch and view. While that very tiny act got Esra in trouble with her teachers and instructors, Reinard kept on, unwilling to yield to Esra's demands and negotiations.

A headstrong lady if i might add, she knew her rights and would not give them up just because. Not bad for a chubby kid, if i may say so myself. I want that colour or i will not move. It is her way or nobody else's way, you just had to listen to this child, no exceptions. Unrelenting, truly awesome.

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