Thomas and Jean hadn't been very successful in having the children they had always wanted... So, they took you in. They immediately knew you were the one when they met you, settled you in, loved you so much for a year.. A real family.

Then Lorette finally got pregnant. They were ecstatic; they reassured you they still loved you, that you were still theirs, that they wouldn't send you back, or they tried to, at least.

Everything seemed to revolve around the baby. Appointments , baby clothes, baby toys, calling the fetus a miracle, their first.

And when the baby was born? Crying every night, waking you up, both parents fussing over baby Alice, unknowingly forgetting you, forgetting your plays, your lunchbox, your wants, and sometimes your needs.

They were supposed to take you to the park with baby Alice, be a nice family. But their shoes aren't by the door. The driveway was empty. They forgot you, left you running downstairs to see they weren't there anymore.

They were too busy with Alice - the baby that could barely even keep its head up. The miracle child they had spent their whole lives trying to have.