Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case. It was all going to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. 
This our story, our adventures, and our love. 
Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. 
Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

Bookworm Little

The next morning I woke up in the crib, how did he get me to sleep, sneaky daddy, I think to myself with a sigh. I was up and wanted out of this crib, it's too high for me to jump out of it, I started whining, wanting out it's not fair, why does my crib have to be so high.

/"Good morning baby girl/" I hear Kennedy, I mean mommy says coming in the room.

/"Out!/" I say lifting both my hands, I want out of this crib already, mommy came and picked me out finally, she moved me to the changing table, it still makes me blush every time she changes me. I expected it to be dry, I don't think I've had an accident last night but then mama says something making me blush.

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