I have a star on my face because I have a massive pimples if you're watching the visuals.

I'm sorry.

If you're not, Parule was catching her breath as she's stepping in through her house

front door.

She was busy all day running all of these errands, running around town, buying groceries,

going to the local shops, and on top of all of that, she's heavily pregnant.

So it's going to take like two times as long to do everything.

And now she's rushing in through the door.

She's trying to check up on her eight year old son, Omar, and also she's babysitting

her six month old nephew.

So she's checking up on both of them.

And like, okay, yeah, in hindsight, probably not the best idea to leave an eight year old

in charge of the house, in charge of watching this six month old baby.

But in this area, daycare is just not really a thing.

Like people don't really have babysitters.

They don't really have places to send their kids so that they can run errands freely.

This was the norm, and she had done it before, and Omar, who's eight, he's pretty good.

He's been left home alone, he's been babysitting his cousin, everything has been fine.

So she walks in through the door, and she sees her son, Omar, just playing on the ground

with all of his little toy cars.

She's like, hey, sweetie, I'm home, and she's putting down the groceries, and she's

wondering, okay, well, where's the nephew, where's the six month old?

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