You sat in the kitchen of your new house as the old radio played “Baby love” in the background as your mother Lorelei made breakfast while your father Florence got dressed for work, you sat at the table thinking of how your first day of school might go today you just moved from London to California you didn’t know how things would surely work out for you “Everything will be alright love I promise you’ll be the prettiest one there” Lorelei gives you a kiss on the head and Florence smiles