Charlie:
You really wanted your mom, but she was busy at the front desk and you knew crying wasn't gonna cut it. Angel was watching you, and he saw you trying to say something. "..mmm..mmm..mm.." "what is (y/n)?" He tried to at least encourage you to speak. "Mmm..MOMMA!!" You yelled loud enough your mom hear you. She came running, and started to cover you with kisses, saying how proud she is for talking.
Vaggie:
You were 3 when she found you, I pretty sure you were already talking.
I'm loving the comments I'm getting, I know I'm not the best writer but thank you so much for reading my story:)
