You lived in a world where people would be sorted into two different categories at eighteen. Little or caregiver, littles were practically helpless and regressed to the minds of children.

You had practically raised yourself after your mother left you at six with a drunk for a father.

you always knew you would be a little, it was obvious. So when the doctors told you were one you weren't surpriesd. Your father however was, he threw things around the doctors office and screamed.

the doctors deemed him ’unsafe’ for you to stay with while you looked for caregivers so you were sent somewhere to live. It was supposedly for littles but it looked like some mental hospital. Everything was pure white and fluorescent lights.

You hadn't ’clicked’ with any caregivers as the workers put, the last ones you met with taunted you so much you stabbed them with a plastic fork.

you were sitting in the hospital like bed, rails guarding the sides just staring at a wall when a worker knocked on the door and peeked in

she smiled and walked in, two women following her, great more taunting

the worker smiled and gestured to a asian woman first, “this is clementine“ she paused and pointed to the blonde haired woman next Clementine, “and her wife, Arachne“