PS: I Love You

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YEAR: 1963

-Heather's POV-

Why am I here? I don't belong here! I want my mom back! Why are there different people here! Go away! I want my mom! Someone please choose me! I don't want to be here anymore! Someone give me a name! I'm sick of being baby: #23. I don't belong here. Wait...who are you...tall man...put me do-wait...I like you. Please take me away from here! No don't put me down! No come back! Please! Oh...you're back...take me away!

"Hi Heather," the man smiled. "I'm yer dad," he began bouncing me up and down. The other helper ladies never did that.

I like this. I like you. I like my name. Heather is it? What's your name? Dad?

"My names Paul," he said to one of the helper ladies.
"What's your wife's name?" she asked.
"Michelle," he smiled.

I have a mom too! Wait...why is your voice different from hers? Where exactly are we going?

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This machine is too loud! Get me off of it! I don't like it! I like the machine on the ground a lot more! Get m-...what is this...I'm...sleepy...

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"Michelle!" My dad said as he brought me inside. "Here ye go angel," he said as he put me into a cozy bed. "Michelle...come into the spare room."
"Why? Paul I don't want to go in there!"
"Please Mich, it'll be worth it. I swear,"
Her hands grazed the top of my crib.
"Paul I can't do this,"
"Open yer eyes love,"
"Oh my god!" She cried as she picked me up. "She's beautiful!"
"Happy birthday," he gave her a kiss.
"I love ye so much," she continued to cry. "What's her name?"
"Heather."