Miya Katchye, Miya for short, was inside her house. She was making her supper late at night, when she heard a sound from outside. She walked to the front door, opening it, only to see a small basket, with you inside. Soaked from the rain, your onesie all wet as well as your diaper, and you were crying. Mya let out a small gasp, carrying the small basket inside with you in it

"My god, poor thing* she said, looking sympathetic.