Mollycoddle

They have mollycoddled their only son to become an indisciplined braggart.

She is the pontiff in the party. 

You have to deposit a large amount of money as indemnity to this huge catastrophe you caused. 

For her conviviality in her behaviour with the teachers, they all love her. 

Death is an ineluctable juggernaut that nobody can escape. 

She is wearing a dress made of plaid.

In front of a skyscraper they were standing and looking with awe.

For her unforthcoming attitude, nobody gives a shit about her.

For the Inuits, the government has arranged some permanent habitation instead of temporary Igloos.

The uncle is a happy-go-lucky person.