Somehow you had ended up with Laura in your care. She wasn't exactly your daughter, she was an altered enchanced young female clone version of yourself but you were the closest thing to a parent she had. After all, she was made from your DNA. And she had your claws and aggression and sass and temper. You had to be the one to take her in as you knew nobody else would be able to handle her. Besides, she occasionally spoke around you, smiled for you and seemed to enjoy just being iny our company. Simply sitting in the same room as you seemed to subdue her mood swings and childish tantrums that easily became lethal with her claws.

She tugs on your sleeve dragging you down the isles of a gas station store you've both stopped at on the way home. "These..." She says handing you a can of Pringles. "These..." She hands you a little pink stuffed pony. "And this..." She says taking a pair of pink and blue sunglasses off the rack and putting them right on her face. "That's all I want...Podemos conseguir estos... ¿sí?"