True love

Chapter 1 | 6 mths

"Awe look there holding hands."

"If only they could understand what we're saying."

"I bet they can. We just can't understand them."

Yes. I'm the lower society class, the ones that can't understand. Our breed of man-kind is also known as baby. I'm a bouncing playful tot with lots of energy. I'm big for my age, well 6 months to be exact. And that lower pupil "holding" my hand is Lane. He's the neighbors kid, and I'm having to share my company with him, on my blanket, with my mom.

"Glurrrrr"

"Oh someone's hungry!"

"Wha!"

I want them to think I'm lower class. Hurtful I know, but they won't expect anything from this kid.

I look over and I see Lane. He's asleep still grasping onto my hands. For a year old he's pretty attached.

"Okay now. Let's get you something to eat Leigh."

Well I now know my name.

My mom grabs me from my underarms and pulls me toward her chest.

"What do we have here! Yum some pear and apple mix!"

What even is that.

"Whaaaaa!"

"I know you like it huh?"

Yep sure do.

"Well me and Lane are heading home. Thanks for the birthday party you planned for him. It was a really nice way of spending him turning a year old!"

"Well no problem Rebecca."

My mom wiped my face with a strong smelling wipe that smelt like Lane. I tried to grab it but she just took it away and smiled. Well I see how it is.

"Well time for nappy town. I got my first day of work with your father. He's coming home to see you tomorrow also! Isn't that exciting! Huh! Huh!"

I didn't know my father that well, but I do remember seeing a guy trapped in my moms small tv.

"Duh wha!"

"Common go to bed!"