principality of goran new life in new country

[Little Giammy]

Andrew was just 10 years old when his parents tragically died in an accident, leaving him understandably emotionally devastated. His mother, Priscilla, originally hailed from Goran, a small yet prosperous principality.

The wealth of this tiny country was attributed to Princess Caroline's honest and efficient administration. The national economy thrived on a robust industry and flourishing agriculture, employing the world's most advanced and sophisticated techniques.

Despite Goran's longstanding policy of neutrality for over 70 years, the national army remained formidable. Neighboring countries recognized that maintaining Goran as an ally was more advantageous than considering war.

One of the most distinctive features of Goran was its strict matriarchal society, where men were regarded as no more mature than five-year-old children. Every Goran man had a female guardian responsible for their care.

Priscilla, Andrew's mother, had temporarily left her homeland and fallen in love with her husband, William, with whom she had her son. Naturally, Andrew was raised in a completely different environment. When both of his parents passed away, and there was no one else to entrust the young boy to, it was decided that he should be placed under the care of his mother's older sister.

When the plane landed on the runway, Andrew's aunt helped him unbuckle from the seat belt. the young boy gave his little hand to her aunt while she escorted him out of the plane. Stepping out, Andrew was surprised by the hot climate, having been accustomed to a more temperate one. Fortunately, he was dressed in very light clothes: cotton dungarees and a light green shirt. Descending the ladder, he followed his aunt hand in hand to the baggage claim area, where he was taken aback to see adult men dressed like children, some even wearing diapers.

 

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[Lawrence]

Irene noticed the child's surprised look, although in her eyes everything seemed normal, she understood that for Andrew, who had been raised in a different country since he was born, he would now have to adapt to a new place with new rules and laws. When Andrew's suitcase was available on the conveyor belt at the baggage claim area she took it and took Andrew with her to the taxi area, it didn't take long until they got into one and the silent journey began.

She lamented the death of her sister, she thought that at most her trip out of the country would take 1 or 2 years maximum, but as time went by, resentment began to form for leaving her alone with her parents, she did not imagine that she would marry Someone from the outside, in Goran, could have had any man they wanted.

She was at work on a normal day when a family member notified her of the incident, it was 10 years since they last saw each other and apparently it was the last, she felt bad that when she left she didn't say goodbye and now she would never have the opportunity to do so.

Irene, upon hearing about Priscilla's son, wanted to resolve some of her regrets. She decided to take custody of him to at least keep what her sister wanted safe. At 34 years old she had not married for different reasons so she had a lot of money accumulated that she would try to use to raise her nephew.

About 45 minutes into the trip, he had arrived at a condominium, Irene's home, a 2-story house just like the others. He paid for the taxi once they got off and took his nephew's hand and suitcase again while he opened the door. main with your key to enter.

[Little Giammy]

Andrew didn’t understand the reason for what he was seeing; he always stayed close to his aunt, gripping her hand tightly, afraid of being left behind. The place was so strange and different from where he had always lived, and it frightened him. He followed his aunt into the taxi and sat in the rear seat beside her. He felt very tired because, since his parents' funeral had been celebrated, he had slept very little and poorly. Throughout the journey, he looked silently out of the car window, occasionally sobbing as he deeply missed his parents.

When they arrived home, he waited for his aunt to open the door before quietly entering the apartment. "A-a-aunt!" the little boy shyly broke the silence. "C-c-could you t-t-tell me where the b-b-bathroom is?" he asked.

[Lawrence]

"Sure, it's this way" Irene listening to Andrew's question would lead him by the hand towards the bathroom and when they were in front of the door she let go of his hand. "Don't put the lock on when you go in."

When Andrew went into the bathroom, she feared there might be a problem so she wanted to be sure she could answer any problems, but in the meantime Irene took her phone to check if she had any messages from work, she wanted zero interruptions when she was explaining the house rules to her nephew. No messages of moments, and all seemed to be quiet.

"Andrew is there a problem?" she felt it took too long inside the bathroom, she had never babysat before and wasn't sure how to deal with them, if she knew friends or family with the men dressed as babies but she never addressed too much on it, she was more focused on her work and now her attention had to be for her nephew.

[Little Giammy]

Andrew allowed himself to be led to the bathroom and propped the door against the jamb to prevent it from closing. He approached the toilet and attempted, unsuccessfully, to unhook the suspenders of his dungarees. Despite multiple attempts, he couldn't manage it and started to sniffle, feeling both frustrated and embarrassed. He was on the verge of having an accident when he heard his aunt's voice.

"Yes, A-a-aunt-t-t?" the little boy said, on the verge of tears. "I c-c-c-an't r-r-remove this thing! C-c-could-d-d you help-p-p me?" he asked, feeling extremely embarrassed, addressing his aunt who was on the other side of the door.

 

[Lawrence]

Irene confused by your request enters the bathroom to see still standing "What's going on here?" she said while watching Andrew trying to unbutton the straps of his dungarees. "Calm down, calm down, let me" Moving closer to Andrew she moved her hands away from his chest, she would bend down a little and with ease end up undoing the straps to then pull her overalls down to her legs exposing the boy's underwear.

She wasn't sure if it was nervousness or maybe some childish clumsiness but she thought she shouldn't get the clothes with suspenders. Although she thought it was strange how he put them on in the first place without knowing how to get them off afterwards.

With nothing else to do inside the bathroom she walked over to the door to give her nephew some privacy.

[Little Giammy]

“T-thanks!” the little boy said, sitting down on the loo after pulling down his light blue slip, featuring a cartoon character printed on the front. He felt grateful that his aunt hadn't commented on his stammer, which had often been a source of ridicule. He had previously overcome this challenge with his mother's help, but after the accident in which his parents had tragically died, the problem had resurfaced. Perhaps it was due to the traumatic experience of losing both his parents, the adjustment to a new and different place, or a combination of both.

The little boy used the loo, got dressed, and left the bathroom, forgetting to wash his little hands.

 

[Lawrence]

Irene saw her nephew coming out of the bathroom and noticed that his hands were dry, so she pulled him into the bathroom, pushing his back a little towards the sink. "Don't forget to wash your hands" She said as she turned on the faucet.

After Andrew washed his hands and dried his hands she led him back through the house by the hand, entering a room with a small desk, bed and a nightstand, there was no painting or posters on the walls, it was a simple room.

"Well, this will be your room, you can decorate it however you like" He said as he set Andrew's suitcase on the bed. "Oh and from now on you will have to follow some house rules" Irene took a seat on the bed patting the space next to her so Andrew could sit next to her.

[Little Giammy]

Andrew allowed himself to be led to the bathroom once again. After washing his little hands, he allowed himself to be taken to his new bedroom. There, he noticed her sitting on his bed and sat down next to her.

"O-o-okay, I'll l-l-l-isten," he said shyly, looking at the floor. 

 

[Lawrence]

"First, this is your home and since we are going to the middle of the year you will have to wait until next year to be able to go back to school" Irene was saying to Andrew as she could not put him in the middle of the year, he would have to repeat a grade but she thought that half a year would give the boy significant time to recover and heal a little.

 "Second, tell me when you want to start therapy" With those points she thought there was nothing more important to mention, clothes could be bought at any time and she would take care of the food.

"Now the rules: 

1. Speak respectfully and avoid swearing.

2. Toys picked up and tidied away.

3. Ask for things 'please' 

4. Washing hands after using the bathroom

5. Clean up after yourself."

Irene while mentioning these short but necessary rules raised a finger on her right hand for each rule, then lowered her hand to wait for her nephew's response.

[Little Giammy]

The little boy listened to what his aunt was saying about seeking a little more professional help, and he decided not to take it. Partly because he was very shy, and partly because he feared that his stammer would make him very uncomfortable with a stranger.

"O-o-kay, I will t-t-take the idea into c-c-consid-d-deration," he said to his aunt, looking down. Then he listened to the rules that his aunt had given him.

"O-o-kay, I th-th-think that th-th-they are rea-s-s-sonable," he said with the usual difficulty due to his stuttering. He hated having this problem because it always made him feel uncomfortable, as if something were amiss.

 

 

 

[Lawrence]

"Very good little boy" Irene would say at the words to take into account the therapy and accept the rules, maybe it would only be necessary the 6 months for his recovery but she would look for ways to deal with him.

With all that said she would get out of bed leaving Andrew still sitting up, she thought it was time to prepare lunch, but first she wanted to talk about one last thing with her nephew.

Irene at first thought the stuttering was from nerves but now she understood that it could be that her nephew suffered from the disorder. "Are you feeling okay honey?" she still wanted to confirm but didn't want to make him feel bad.

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with him physically, and she feared he needed more help than he looked.

[Little Giammy]

The little boy nodded silently when his aunt asked him if he was okay. However, when she inquired about his feelings, he didn’t know how to respond because he felt very confused. Everything had happened so quickly, and he hadn’t had the time to understand what was happening or how he felt about it. Now, he felt emotionally fragile and defenseless. Usually, when he felt this way, his mommy would hug and cuddle him to make him feel better. However, now that his mom was no longer there, he was suffering greatly.

“I d-d-don’t-t-t kn-n-know how I f-f-feel-l-l,” the little boy stammered to his aunt. “It-t-t’s l-l-like a n-n-night-t-tmare f-f-from which-ch I c-c-can’t-t-t wake up. I’m tot-tot-total-l-ly d-d-dazed,” he added, though he still struggled to express what he felt in that moment. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he noticed that it was lunchtime. Even though he didn’t feel very hungry, he asked her, “C-c-can I c-c-come int-t-to the kit-kit-kitchen with you? I d-d-don’t want-t-t to st-st-stay al-l-lone.”

[Lawrence]

"Oh honey" Irene would gently carry Andrew to hug him while patting him on the back, due to the small size and light weight of the child it wasn't much of a problem. "Of course you can come with me, don't worry" Without letting go Irene would carry Andrew with her towards the kitchen, when they had reached the kitchen the first thing Irene did was to let Andrew sit on a nearby chair. 

"How about a little help?" She would say as she handed a recipe book to the boy, not that she needed it, she had already learned how to cook each of the dishes there besides knowing the proportions. "Choose what you would like to eat and then help me prepare it, yes?" she smiled as she said the last question looking at the boy.

While waiting for her nephew to choose the food he found most appetizing she was taking out the utensils she used to cook in addition to putting on an apron to avoid stains on her clothes.

[Little Giammy]

The little boy allowed himself to be carried in his aunt's arms and settled onto the chair, sitting still like a well-behaved child. He accepted the book from his aunt and examined it. It turned out to be a book of Gorian traditional recipes. He opened it and browsed through until he found the recipe for a very spicy fish soup called Huja, a dish his mom often prepared for him and his daddy, and one he enjoyed very much.

"M-m-mommy and we liked this r-r-recip-p-pe very much, although for dad-d-d dad-d-ddy, it was always t-t-too sp-sp-spicy," he said with a laugh, momentarily stifled by sobs. "She always prep-p-pared it for my b-b-birthday and for all imp-p-port-t-tant oc-c-oc-c-ccasions," the little boy added, pointing to the page of the book.

 

[Lawrence]

"Well that's what we'll do" Irene was saying as she reached over to Andrew to stroke his head and distract him from the bad thoughts. "You know, your mommy really liked to prepare the dish too, it almost seemed like she ate it every day living alone."

Trying to change the subject he points to the Huja recipe. "Could you tell me the ingredients to prepare it?" Irene started looking through the drawers as Andrew mentioned each ingredient in the cookbook. It wasn't long before she started cooking with Andrew's directions, she tried to pretend she didn't understand sometimes so the boy would explain. "You're a great helper."

Irene would start ladling the soup into bowls while letting her nephew carry the silverware and tablecloths to the table so she could eat. "I don't know if your mommy told you much about her childhood in Gorian but if you want you can ask honey."

[Little Giammy]

The little boy smiled as his aunt caressed him. He had always been a cuddly boy, and his mom was consistently sweet with him. He nodded with a smile when his aunt asked him to help prepare his favorite dish, eagerly explaining whenever she didn't understand, feeling truly helpful.

When the soup was ready and the table set, the little boy sat down beside his aunt. "What-t-t k-k-kind of p-p-person was my mom-mom-m-my when sh-sh-she was m-m-my age?" he asked, taking a spoon and dipping it into the soup.

[Lawrence]

"She looked just like you, wait" Irene would leave the kitchen for a moment before returning with a frame featuring the sisters parents and themselves of a similar age to Andrew. "Just as little as you, same smile, I guess you're a lot like her" She smiles as she shows Andrew the frame.

 She began to eat as Andrew looked at the picture, she didn't know what would go through her nephew's head when he saw his mother, she also didn't know if his mother would have carried pictures of herself younger when she left the country.

"Don't let the soup get too cold honey" She says placing her hand on Andrew's shoulder trying to release him from the trance he had gotten himself into.

[Little Giammy]

The little boy offered a shy smile when his aunt showed him a picture of his mom and aunt after they finished eating soup. He could see the similarities between his mother and his aunt.

"W-w-wait, I ha-ha-have a p-p-picture of m-m-mom-mommy too," he stammered, carefully placing the photo on the table. He then hurried to his room, opened his suitcase, and retrieved another picture. This one depicted him, his mom, and his dad during a camping trip. He remained seated on the bed, gazing at the photo, as sobs and tears wet his cheeks.

[Lawrence]

Irene at first waited with a smile for Andrew in the kitchen but after a few seconds and hearing the faint sounds of crying she went to the boy's room, finding him sobbing sitting on the bed. "Yes, you must miss them" Irene said as she approached to sit on the bed next to her nephew, she took the photo from his hands leaving it aside before taking the little boy in her arms only this time sitting him on her lap and then hugging him while caressing his back. 

"Calm down honey, calm down" Letting the little boy's face wipe against his clothes without caring and by the time she noticed him calmer she moved his face away from her body to look him in the eyes and wipe his cheeks a little. "It's okay, now your aunt is going to take care of you" She finishes him by giving him a kiss on his forehead before placing her head of the little boy back against his body. "Would you like to go out and see your new neighborhood?"

[Little Giammy]

At first, the little boy didn't notice that his aunt had entered his room. Nonetheless, he allowed himself to be lifted and gently placed on her knees, snuggling close as she caressed his back. He surrendered to his aunt's comforting embrace, resting his face against her shoulder and accidentally dirtying his shirt with snot. After a few moments, he calmed down, feeling the familiar urge to suck his thumb—a desire he hadn't experienced in quite some time. However, he resisted, realizing it would seem odd.

The reassuring words from his aunt gradually eased his distress. He contemplated that a stroll might help him feel better, nodding his agreement with his little head.

[Lawrence]

"Alright sweetie" At the little boy's nod she carried him in her arms to his room. First when using the bathroom and now looking for the picture, she wasn't sure about letting him be alone now. "Wait a minute" Irene would say as she set her nephew down on his bed to open her closet from where she pulled out a new blouse to change out of the one that was snotty and wet from tears, changing clothes quickly before returning to her nephew.  

"Ready?" she smiles as she helps her nephew off the bed and stands up, the day outside was still sunny but in a few more hours sunset would occur so it was best to make the most of the time. "Or do you need anything else?" Irene said as she took Andrew's hand to leave the room.

[Little Giammy]

The little boy waited patiently, seated on the bed, while his aunt changed her shirt. He curiously observed the furniture in the room, behaving like a good boy. His attention was caught by an old rocking chair placed in one corner of the bedroom. He recalled his mommy mentioning that the rocking chair had belonged to her great-grandmother.

When his aunt asked if he needed anything else, he shook his head slightly. He then extended his little hand to her and followed her out of the room.

[Lawrence]

Irene and Andrew left the house walking through the condo where she lived, while she remained holding her nephew's hand, there was not much to see inside the condo as the houses were the same but in the center of the condo was a small playground with a slide and swing, the floor being sand.

"We can come here anytime you want to play little one" Irene would say letting go of Andrew's hand for him to explore around the small playground of the place. "I guess tomorrow I'll show you around outside later" It would get dark so she could show him around outside the condo so she figured it would be tomorrow.

While her nephew explored the place she sat down on a bench that was around.

[Little Giammy]

Andrew stepped out of the apartment hand in hand with his aunt, exploring the new place with great curiosity. He spotted a small playground and felt a surge of enthusiasm. Hastily, he made his way to a spring swing shaped like a playful lion and began rocking back and forth. As he swung, he imagined himself as a gallant knight atop his trusty steed, thoroughly enjoying the experience.

Amidst his laughter and joy, he failed to notice a peer of his who was clad only in a T-shirt and a diaper.