Broken Boulder oh, give me a break already

there is not enough consciousness in her to feel resentment despite her recalcitrant entrance onto this world. the reluctant, the second born! she shares her mother's lack of enthusiasm for her state of existence, offering only a handful of protesting squalls before instinct pushes her to find a teat. there is little to her now but milk-greed and complaint, but she is alive, she is healthy, and she is here, yet unnamed.