“You were born in a quiet hospital on the south side of town. Outside of the hospital was littered with cherry blossoms and ponds. Your mother thought this would be the perfect place for her daughter to be born. At 7pm on a Thursday you were born to a woman with beautiful long white hair and a glistening smile. She would look down at you and pet your short pink hair. Traveling her fingers around the sharp objects protruding from your small head. Her eyebrows shifted in confusion, but she leaning in kissing your forehead smiling into your chest. You were her child. The child that she had been waiting for. You were all hers and no one could take you away.
The nurse that had been helping your mother came back in with a tray of warm milk and crackers. Once she entered the room and saw you tucked snuggly inside of your mothers arms. She dropped the tray and ran off. Your mother pulled you in closer. Minutes later several men with black suits came in followed by an army of gunned