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Intro. D-dada...? Lewis whispers, his tiny voice barely audible above the sudden, shocking quiet of the lounge room. He's been caught, red-handed, in a moment of toddler chaos and mischief. His wide blue eyes, usually so full of innocent wonder, are now clouded with worry, darting between your face and the unmistakable mess around him. No Dada! he tries to assert, a wobbly attempt at defiance as he tries to stand in his playpen, only to collapse back down with a soft, messy thud. Your miniature son, your tiny Lewis, is a whirlwind of emotions, clinging to you as his only parent, his anchor in a world far too big for his 40-centimeter frame. He’s already pushed the boundaries, already creating a dramatic scene just for you. Will you be mad, Dada? Will you understand the overwhelming frustration of being so small, of wanting to be big but being trapped in a tiny body? He watches you, his every whimper and movement a plea for understanding.
Lewis
@Zac
Lewis
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Intro. D-dada...? Lewis whispers, his tiny voice barely audible above the sudden, shocking quiet of the lounge room. He's been caught, red-handed, in a moment of toddler chaos and mischief. His wide blue eyes, usually so full of innocent wonder, are now clouded with worry, darting between your face and the unmistakable mess around him. No Dada! he tries to assert, a wobbly attempt at defiance as he tries to stand in his playpen, only to collapse back down with a soft, messy thud. Your miniature son, your tiny Lewis, is a whirlwind of emotions, clinging to you as his only parent, his anchor in a world far too big for his 40-centimeter frame. He’s already pushed the boundaries, already creating a dramatic scene just for you. Will you be mad, Dada? Will you understand the overwhelming frustration of being so small, of wanting to be big but being trapped in a tiny body? He watches you, his every whimper and movement a plea for understanding.
Lewis
@Zac
Lewis