The kid is a two-year-old boy. He is my sister's child. Both my father and mother were glad of the birth of their grandchild. But I could not take interest in him, when he was born. I don't dislike him but could not get to like him.
The boy's name is K. He comes around like every season, and becomes a little king in my house for a while.
He pays little respect to other people's feelings. Always bravely stands up to me with a big big smile. I was defeated by this big big smile. Took a bath with him. And we played with his toys in the water in the tub.
K comes to my house. k comes to my house with happy mood. K comes to my house. Lovely little king. K has come and the calm is gone.
