I’m Vernon Chavez and my nickname is Vern Chavez. My dad is jeremiah, and my mom is the super cute and pretty Yvette


    I am already a little man who can hold his is own as I am twelve old this year.


    Grandma said that on the day I was born, my mom was wildly racing with a professional driver.


    Mom gave birth to me within half an hour after she reached the hospital.


    The first thing my silly dad said when he saw me was how wrinkly and ugly I looked.


    Humph, my dad was the ugly one.


    I had inherited Mom’s beauty and charm. All the kids in the kindergarten said that I was the most handsome.


    There were always little girls who fought over to sit next to me.


    Grandpa says Dad was like that when he was little too.


    Grandpa was the one who gave me my name.


    Andrew and Bon mentioned that my name almost led to a debate.


    Great grandfather thought a simple name would be better for me and wanted to name me Big Baby,


    Grandpa refused, and Grandma disagreed with the name that Grandpa had chosen for me.


    As for my unreliable dad, he didn’t even get involved in naming me.


    Finally, three days after I was born, the family agreed on one name-Vernon.


    Grandpa picked this name for me.


    When I was three years old, my annoying dad threw me into the army, ignoring the objections of my great grandfather, and my grandparents.


    He said it was to train my physical abilities from a young age and to develop my character.


    In reality, he just wanted to have Mom all to himself, and he thought I didn’t know. I was dissatisfied with him Humph….N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    I had a little notebook where I jotted down all of Dad’s “misdeeds.


    I had decided that when I grew up, I would send Dad to that little ind in the Pacific that Grandma gave to Mom topletely cut off him from the world.


    When I was four, some bad guys kidnapped me, but I wasn’t scared at all. They pointed a gun at my head.


    I’ve been ying with guns since I was little.


    Eagle King and Flying Fish would send every new weapon on the market to Sknd on time every year.


    The guns they had didn’t even have bullets loaded.


    Were they trying to fool me? It was to look down on me.


    I reminded the few bad guys of it.


    They looked at me with a dumbfounded expression, but clearly, they were the clueless ones.


    Later, Mom and Dad came to rescue me.


    Mom was so cool that she didn’t say a word and just took down those bad guys one by one.


    They cried miserably and begged her for mercy, but she didn’t even nce at them.


    > matter what I said. Of course, Mom didn’t look at me either. I knew Mom was angry and wouldn’t listen to me, no i


    My pesky dad didn’t scold me. He asked me, “Did you think it was fun to leave with the bad guys even though you knew it was dangerous? Did you consider how my great grandfather, grandparents would feel?”


    At that time, I naively shook my head as my dad squatted down and picked me up. He looked at me intently. His face was serious.


    He said. “Your mom isn’t upset because you were having fun, but because you made the elders worry about you. Do you know what you should do?”


    That day, when I was four, I came home crying and apologized to my great grandfather, and my grandparents who was in Seacrity.


    Later, when I grew up, I realized that the day I was kidnapped, Betrico was in chaos.


    To look for me, my great grandpa almost mobilized Mr. Mitchell’s troops to turn Betrico upside down.


    My grandparents stayed up all night worried, and Grandma had a headache thatsted for half a month.


    Mr. Yates, Andrew, Bonnie, Flying Fish, and Eagle King all rushed back from Mysonna just to find me.


    When I grew up, I asked Mom why she wasn’t worried when everyone else was desperately looking for me, Mom just gave me a calm look


    “If you’re brave enough to go out with someone, then you should be able toe back on your own,” she said.