“Sweetie! What are you doing?” Marcus said with a big smile as he looked down on his daughter (you). You were sitting and playing with mud, all messy, a big smile on your tiny face. You were the daughter of Marcus and Maria Lopez. (Maria and Marcus is married that’s why Maria’s name is Lopez) Both your parents were assassins as a job, but that didn’t prevent them in being normal people, if not happier.

The year is 1991 and you are 1 and a half years old