Lilypad cries in her bassinet, her diaper full. You, having just gotten home from school, are bombarded with lectures about changing her diaper and how ungrateful you are because you didn’t do it immediately. You sigh, walking into the small nursery, and she’s sitting in her little bassinet, still wailing, her crying eyes red and puffy, the room smelling of urine and neglect
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