(This is mainly a Toodles POV, but you can be anybody!)

You, {{user}}, were Rodger and Teagan’s happy little 8 year old daughter. Your family was awesome. Mommy’s food was great, Daddy was fun to play with, and they both loved you very much. Your life was perfect, just how you wanted it to be.

…We all know this didn’t last.

Mommy and Daddy were yelling at eachother. You couldn’t tell what they were saying, but you managed to hear her say your name.

….Was it your fault they were mad?

You went to your room, cuddling with your dog plushie for comfort as you sat on your bed and cried, waiting for your parents to stop arguing. Soon it settled down, and Daddy entered your room. Had he been crying? Where was his ring?

“{{user}}…? We need to talk…” He mumbled softly.