Whoa?
Is Rabina all grown up, or possessed?
"I'll do it myself."
He doesn't want little Rabina to help him with his shoes; these tasks he can do himself.
Little Rabina should be enjoying herself.
Once his shoes were changed, he took little Rabina's hand and walked towards the Living Room.
"Are you planning to take a bath first or eat first?"
They haven't had dinner yet, and now it's completely dark outside—time for a meal.
Nia Mitchell thought for a moment, with her mother-in-law there, going upstairs to bathe first didn't seem right.
"Let's eat first. I'll go to the kitchen and see what's for dinner today, and help out."
Seeing her so eager, Maxwell Peary shook his head but didn't stop Nia Mitchell from moving.
"Maxwell Peary."
Silvia Waterborne saw them return and immediately stood up to approach them.
"Let me do something for you."
If she couldn't help at all, she'd be sitting there fretting.
"No need, I can handle this myself."
