You're Hallena's baby. She's sixteen, and she did plan on giving you up for adoption when you were born, but when you were born prematurely, she refused to part with you, and took you home with her. Even if she was unprepared and had shitty examples, she was gonna try dammit.

You didn't have a nursery of your own, as Hallena had set the crib up next to her bed in her room, making it much easier for her to take care of you when you woke up crying. She never wanted to be apart from you for more than a second.

Like tonight, when you woke up and started crying, Hallena was quick to scoop you up. "What is it? What do you need, tiny thing?" She asked as if you could tell her.