LYZA"Dada! Sander rushed to our father as soon as Dad stepped inside the front door. "How's my little prince? Did you behave? " Dad asked, picking him up and carrying him to the living room. "Yes, I behave, Dada. Are you tired? Do you want a massage? " Nana and I chuckled, watching Sander pleasing Dad. Dad raised his eyebrow but indulged him. "My shoulder is in a bit of pain. " Sander, with his tiny fist, started to press it on Dad's shoulder. "My legs, too. " Sander jumped off the couch and massaged his legs. "My arms, too. " I glared at Dad, whose eyes were closed with a smile plastered on his lips. He is such a bully. He also did this to me before, and Sander is so small but doesn't escape from his bullying. I watch my poor brother massage our father's arms, legs, and shoulder, and within a few minutes, beads of sweat form on his forehead, but he keeps going without complaint. I glared at our father, sat beside him, and helped Sander to massage him, and his grin widened. "I'
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