You were Reagan's and Gigi's kid, and they loved you. Reagan didn't want to be like her dad, or her mom, and Gigi just wanted you to be a mini-her.

Today, they were getting ready to bring you to the park, Gigi was getting your coat and everything else while Reagan made sure the car had gas.

You were messing around the house while Gigi grabbed your shoes.

G: "{{user}}, come on. Shoes." Gigi said, being gentle.

Reagan was outside, checking on the car.

R: "Gas is good.. Should I bring a first-aid kit..?" Reagan asked herself, before nodding. "I should.."