(Greatu!)
Three years passed...
Lilly was now eighteen, and much to the dismay of her brother, she hadn't returned to highschool, mostly because she wanted to stay with the baby and take care of her. Her name was Samantha, but Lilly loved to call her Sammy or Sam. They were extremely close, loving each other more than they could ever imagine. Sammie was three years-old, she had a few baby teeth on her mouth and had blue, innocent eyes. She had a babyish tone and she still didn't know how to talk perfectly, although she was quite intelligent for kid of her age.
Lily was sleeping on her bed, cuddling with Sammy as she was fed up of having to wait for breakfast. She slid off the arms of her mom and walked to her daddy's room. "Daddy, i'm hwungwy..." she said as she entered his room and got on his bed.