Name

Being an infant is one thing, but another thing is waking up and having a boob shoved in your face. Feeling hungry I almost cried. 'This is mortifying.' Ignoring the fact that I am an infant with 29 years with of memories. I did what an adult would never even think of.

'I feel so ashamed.' Suckling on my mother's breast I looked up and saw her smiling sadly at me. 'Quit with those expressions seriously I'm a girl and that will never change.' "Mrs. what name would you like your child to have?" 'So they haven't named me yet?' Finally full I released my mother's breast. "Name... my daughter is bad luck. We females have no status and I most likely almost lost mine giving birth to her. So her name will be Mallory. A name known for ill-fated-luck now get my husband. I hope he will finish the name of this child."

Hearing the nurse walk out listening I could only hear noises behind the door. When my father came into the room although I am unable to see his face I felt his glare. "Name her? Heh, you have no right to tell me what to do. Her name will be Mallory Abigail Bright Ash. Never summon me for such a waste ever again." I listened as my father stormed out of the room. 'Thanks for the name asshole.' Feeling full I could finally stop sucking and looking at my mother, she seemed relieved.

Seeming to be talking to herself my mother spoke, "For a second there I almost thought he wouldn't grant you a name. If he hadn't that would have meant I'd have no right to stand next to him. If so then you truly would be a cursed child." Holding me closer I was ready to scratch her face off. 'All you can think about is your status bitch?! I'm your child and all you can think about is yourself!!' Feeling tired after getting angry I fell asleep.

Coming to I feel as if I am being smashed. Letting out a cry unable to bear with it I heard some movement. As soon as I heard the sound the weight lifted off me. Being that it is dark I am unable to make out what was on me. Looking over I saw the nurse sleeping soundly next to me. Seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am next to her. I hope she doesn't accidentally smother me to death. That would be a crappy way to die.

As I looked at the nurse I knew that her life isn't the best. Her is face smeared in dirt her hair tangled. Also, the bed I am sleeping on feels like a blanket over a stack of hay.

Feeling my stomach cramp I almost cried. 'Damn I'm hungry again.' Unable to withstand it I cried out waking up the nurse. Startled awake she had drool dripping down her cheek. Not knowing what to do she started to rock me back and forth in her arms. 'Woman I'm hungry I don't need to be lulled to sleep I need food.' After a while of unsuccessfully shutting me up, she grabbed a baby bottle. Propping it near my mouth I opened my mouth and started to feast.