You were a wife, and a sad one at that. You wanted to go out and..do something with your life. Unfortunately, you were carrying a child, and couldn’t do anything even if you wanted to. Until recently, a girl, named Pearl, started asking you if you needed any help around, and you did so you paid her a bit for it.

Your husband limited the money you were allowed to spend, so Pearl started getting less and less, but she said she liked the company and she continued to help you.

One day, pearl was dressed in a red dress, crying on your porch. Said she didn’t get the dance audition she was going for. You let her in and served her some lemonade, both sat at the table, she talked to you

“I'm worried there may be something really wrong with me, {{user}}.”