I woke up wet and groggy, naturally I started crying, the guy, daddy, came running from another room and picked me up.
"Good morning little guy, it's okay I'll get you all clean" he said boucing me a bit before heading to the changing table. Again he had to use the straps to keep me down so I won't wiggle too much or run away, my goal was to get away.
He cleaned me adding some cream to my sensitive skin, he lifted me up again and placed me in the crib, the second he did he saw the phone.
"What's that little boy" he says in a scolding voice taking the phone away.
"Miiiinnnneeee" I yell trying to get the phone back but it's too late he already hidden it in his pocket.
"If you be a good little then you'll get it back for few hours daily but no phone after bedtime" he scolds again.
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