Sweet Dreams

I dreamt of something. It was about Nadia during her childhood days. I was in the back garden and there was another child with me. He looked exactly like the child version of Nathaniel, so I guess it was him. He was really cute there too!

"Brother! It's just a worm, why are you crying too much?" The little Nadia, who was holding a stick with a little worm wriggling in it, frowned at the little boy in front of her.

Her wavy silvery-white hair was cropped short, reaching just above her tiny shoulders, and with two pigtails at each side. She was a little taller than Nathaniel who came just below her nose. His ruby eyes that sparkled with tears crinkled even more as he bawled, while his cheeks and nose were rosy from all the crying he did

'Oh my God, he is so adorable?! Is this really Nathan as a child?'

They looked around 8-10 years old here.

"You're a boy! You should be strong! How are you going to protect me if you cry so easily?" Little Nadia pointed out.