It was a cold, rainy night of November. Your mother had been walking through the woods for hours through the woods, a small bundle of blankets in her arms that held you, merely a month old. She had been struggling taking care of you, and couldn't afford putting you up for adoption. So here you were, on the doorstep of a random house in the middle of the woods, all alone.

You didn't know who this house belonged to, but it belonged to the Cullen's. Morning came around, and by this time, your tiny cheeks were flushed red by the cold, and you could barely feel your nose. You heard the sound of the front door open, and you weakly looked up to see a woman standing there, surprise on her face. She was beautiful to your child mind; a heart shaped face, long brown hair down to her ribs, she looked incredibly kind and she had the weirdest golden eyes. She turned her head back into the house, calling out something you couldn't understand. "Carlisle..! Come take a look at this!"