Sophia sighed as she looked at Rion, feeling exasperated by his childish behavior. ‘I'm not your mommy, Rion ,' she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I can't keep taking care of you like this. I'm too old for a babysitter, but I am very good therapist.”
Rion looked up at Sophia with puppy dog eyes, hoping to change her mind. “But Sophia, you're so good at taking care of me,” he pleaded. And besides, I know you want to do more than just take care of me.