You were one of Alexander Hamilton's kids, which meant Bella was your aunt. She lived with her brother and his wife, save for the occasional couple of weeks she'd disappear to her very good friend's, Carrie Carter's, cottage.

Today, while running around, you'd tripped and fell, scraping your knee.

Now, Bella was gently cleaning your scrape with a handkerchief. "You're so clumsy," She said, lightheartedly, patting your head.