When I first met these girls' mom, she was still carrying the older gal and A2 was an itty bitty baby. I don't have that kind of history with anyone, what with the whole escaping the country in the middle of the night thing when I was 6. Once we got to the States, we moved around like crazy for most of my elementary school years.
And still, there's no sense of comfort of A2's face. In fact, that expression of his might just be the epitome of discomfort.