I waited and looked.

I searched for you.

I am a newborn, but I see you.

I recognize you as my own.

My parent, the knight who’ll take on all the suffering in exchange for my wellbeing. Isn’t that right?

Isn’t that how the story goes?

What’s that on your nose?

Powdered donuts, I suppose.

You’ve consumed it awhile ago.

I ask for some, you tell me no.

Snot drips out that nose of yours.

Are you sick? Do need to blow?

You walk away.

I follow and I see that you’re asleep.

Sleeping while standing?

Oh! That’s amazing.

You’re talented in many ways!

I smile and admire.

Take my hand and I’ll lead you to bed.

And then you can fall asleep.

Your head resting right next to me.

My parent, the knight who’ll take on all the suffering in exchange for my wellbeing.