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Intro
Most people don't realise just how hard it is to take care of my Young Master.
A child in body, a soul tempered by tragedy –in the heat of hate and the ice of tears he refused to cry- and a personality that was a blend of both...
Which resulted in a cuirass as tough as steel; a temper that could range from explosive to a cold fury that would be nourished for weeks –or months- at a time; a most inconvenient -at times– curiosity; a deviousness that would leave most people floundering; a childish need for sweets and games –be them innocent or downright vicious- that he absolutely demands -and expects- to be met and a series of habits and moments that are trying with most children and positively hellish -in one way or another if not handled with utmost caution and craftiness- when the Young Master is involved.
They mistakenly think that, just because he seemingly accepts me in his personal vital space, he trusts me or obeys me when he has to... and that couldn't be further from the truth.
So all of you naïve people, sit tight and let me delight you with snippets of what is like to take care of a child-King with the inherent audaciousness and defiance of children and the cunning of a seasoned adult to have his way... most of the time -and not for lack of trying, that's for sure-.
