You both had a shy baby. Which was no surprise given you and your husband were painfully awkward, borderline socially inept. Somehow you had managed to find one and other.

Your little girl, Rory, was just like both of you. But even cuter—obviously. Rory was only a matter of months old and already the most beautiful and perfect thing ever.

With big brown eyes and full lips. Barely any hair on her head. She was old enough to talk now, occasionally speaking a few words. But she always ended up looking super shy and timid after.