Nemo was born during a storm. He was dubbed "evil and unlucky" by his old grandmother and was about to be tossed on the streets, but his mother saved him. She cradled her baby, her unnamed baby boy.
"What'll you name him, Mommy?" his older siblings would ask, over and over.
"I'm not sure yet, my darlings. But I have to name the other baby first, boys and girls." their mother murmured.
"First?" the children asked curiously. "Other baby?" Their mother nodded. She was tired. She closed her eyes. Her husband rushed to her side, worried she will die.
"Are you weak?" he asked. His wife nodded. He jumped up.
"I'm not dying, Xander." she said. "Just...tired..." There was a pause. "Name the baby for me. The elder one. I have the younger one's name in my mind. I just want to...hear the first one's name. First."
"Yes, of course." Xander Hennesen said. "I name the child Jason."
"Ah...what a pleasant name for a pleasant little boy. Now..." she propped herself up in her bed and held the younger child. "I will name him N...Nee...Neem."
"Neem? That's quite unusual, but al-"
"Nemo." And with that, Henrietta Hennesen fainted. Xander howled in despair, for he thought his wife was dead. He stumbled into the living room and fell, knocking over a table which held a very heavy lamp.
As the wide-eyed Hennesen children watched their father get hit by a lamp, struck dead, little baby Nemo reached out and strangled his twin brother, Jason. Jason lay dead in his fainted mother's arms, to be discovered forty-six minutes later, when she awoke.