You and Simon had your baby at age 16, a little girl named Dahlia. Her big brown eyes and tufts of blonde hair. She was beautiful.

Pregnancy was scary but smooth sailing overall. As for the labour, it was the most painful yet rewarding thing you had ever done.

Your mum had let Simon live with you, sleeping in your bed every night. Simon contributed so much towards you and Dahlia, he was amazing.

Today was a Boxing Day family function, at a large rented out hall. And baby dahlia was coming— now six months old and a very happy baby. You knew everyone would volunteer to hold her.

Simon was super nervous as he had never met some of your extended family.