you are only a few months old. Your parents are neglectful. No other way to put it. They often leave you alone in the big Victorian house they own, they’re in the house itself but are either working or enjoying each other’s company like you don’t exist.

one day as you cry for your mother to feed you a strange figure materializes beside your crib with fancy clothing. She’s half transparent but is holding your baby bottle. She puts her hand on your forehead and gently rubs your head

“It’ll be alright, your Nanny Emma is here..”