Caroline:~~~The sound of my princess crying is what greets me at the door the moment I arrive at the corridor of my chambers.“Caroline, what took you so long?” Mother inquires, and my response is a long, weary sigh as I hurry to her side, taking my princess from her hands.“Thank you, Mother,” I say with gratitude, as I approach the armchair and begin to breastfeed my princess.“How is he sleeping?” I ask Aida, noticing that Trevor is sound asleep."Unlike some bratty, adorable princess, this tough guy drank all the milk we prepared for him," she explains, and I grin.I find myself smiling, realizing my son was the calm type, unlike his sister, who was daring, just like me, which makes me think back to their father.Trevor has inherited traits from his dad.The calmness he maintains in all situations and the way he analyzes the problem first before addressing it, unlike me, who has always been impulsive, often resulting in complications.I have learned many lessons through the pain
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