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After waiting our turn to get out of the house Macy pushes me to the car. She stops beside one of the doors in the back and she opens it and we can both see there is a large car seat. Without saying anything Macy helps me out of the stroller and forces me into the car seat. After buckling me in she folds the stroller and puts it in the trunk and then gets in the car and starts it. She then looks back at me and says, “Don’t worry Denise, my little Deedee. We’ll be home soon.” I try to undo the seatbelts of the car seat. Just because I’m like this doesn’t mean I can’t just sit in a regular seat, but try as I might I can’t figure out how to do it. Maybe certain things are too complex for my mind now to go with my status as a baby. Macy starts driving away from the mansion.

Macy turns on the radio. This metal band I love is playing, but Macy makes a kind of sneer sound and changes the station. She keeps changing until I can hear children singing the ABCs. Seemingly satisfied, she leaves it there. A moment or two passes when she seems to finally realize what she’s done. “Oh, that was weird. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t even question putting you in the car seat or calling you Denise and Deedee or putting that song on.” She shuts the radio off. “Also, the more I try and think of it, the more I realize, I don’t even know what your name used to be. It just keeps coming to me as Denise. I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to be able to call you anything else, Deedee.”

At this point what's the difference? A little girl’s name to go with my little girl's mentality and appearance. A somber mood fills the car as we drive home. Luckily it’s a short drive home and Macy pulls into our driveway and shuts the car off. She gets out and goes to the trunk. She takes the stroller out and heads inside our house. She quickly returns without the stroller, opens the back door, and undoes the buckles of my car seat. I’ve been more concerned with my own condition, but having to do all this for me with her now real pregnant body seems to be tiring her and I can hear her breathing heavily as she holds my hand and leads me inside our home.