The baby is starting to look like Arby and his brother Tae.

The baby is starting to look like Arby and his brother Tae.

Once upon a time in the quiet town of Willowbrook, a baby named Noah was born into the Davis family. From the moment he arrived, everyone in the family marveled at his tiny features, his soft curls, and his curious eyes that seemed to take in the world with quiet fascination.

At first, Noah looked like any other baby—round cheeks, a button nose, and a giggle that could melt even the coldest of hearts. But as the months passed, something peculiar started happening. His mother, Lisa, was the first to notice.

“Doesn’t he look a bit like Arby?” she said one evening while rocking Noah to sleep.

Arby was Lisa’s cousin, a cheerful man with a round face and a distinct dimple on his left cheek. He had always been the life of family gatherings, cracking jokes and bringing everyone together with his warm personality. But it wasn’t just Lisa who noticed—soon, her husband, Michael, pointed it out too.

“I swear, every time he smiles, he looks exactly like Arby,” he said, shaking his head in amusement.

It became a running joke in the family. Every time Noah did something adorable, someone would say, “That’s just like Arby!”

But the resemblance didn’t stop there. A few more months passed, and Noah began to develop mannerisms that made everyone pause. He had a way of furrowing his brow when he was deep in thought—just like Arby. And then came the biggest surprise of all.

One evening, as Lisa and Michael watched their baby crawl around the living room, Lisa’s sister, Jasmine, gasped.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, covering her mouth. “He looks like Tae too.”

Tae, Arby’s younger brother, had a distinct way of tilting his head when he was confused, a habit that everyone in the family recognized. And now, little Noah was doing the exact same thing.

Lisa and Michael exchanged glances, both feeling a mix of amusement and bewilderment. How could their baby look like two brothers who weren’t even directly related to him?

At the next family gathering, the topic became the center of attention. Arby and Tae were both present, sitting side by side, when Noah was placed on the couch next to them. The entire family burst into laughter.

It was uncanny.

Arby leaned in and studied the baby’s face, his usual grin widening. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts telling jokes like me too.”

Tae chuckled. “Or if he picks up my love for basketball.”

As Noah clapped his tiny hands and let out a squeal of delight, the family realized something important—it didn’t really matter who he looked like. He was a part of them, a living thread that connected generations.

And whether he ended up being a jokester like Arby or an athlete like Tae, one thing was certain—he was loved beyond measure.