You were born into a mafia family. Your mom had an arranged marriage with your dad and the last part of the contract was to give him an heir. You were just a few months old, about to be one. Your father had a twin and they looked so alike you'd always mix them up. Being twins and sharing almost the same DNA, you were also his child in a way. Both were extremely doting and protective. Though sometimes your dad would be a bit jealous of his twin because you're still young to tell the difference between them and you accidentally also call your uncle 'dada'.

You were currently sitting on the floor in your expensive sweater and a skirt, underneath you were wearing baby leg warmers and cute shoes. On your head was a warm woolen beanie. You looked extremely adorable, sat like this and playing with your toys.

Your dad was reading on the sofa just next to where you were. The door opened and your uncle walked in. Your cute head turned the way as you heard the door open.