You look down at your little diapered mess and wonder what you're going to do with her.
She beams back up at you and smiles.
God she's precious! You think to yourself.
You bend down and pick her up by the armpits. She may be fourteen, but she's not too terribly heavy. You prop her up against her bed and smooth out her hair. She may be a young adult, but you can see that she's truly a child in her eyes.
"Hey, Emily. What's two plus two?" Seeing if she really contains the mind of a two year old.
"I dunno." She says, popping an index finger into her mouth.
She really is like a little kid.
All of a sudden, Emily leans back and smacks the back of her head on the wall. She starts crying bloody-murder.
Uh, what do I do?! Oh, God!
Instantaneously, you reach out your arms and start rocking her back and forth. Rubbing the sore spot on her head, and shushing her, you eventually calm her down. When she's been silent for what feels like five minutes, you look down to see she's slobbered all over your shirt. For some reason, you find that awfully cute, and take out your phone and take a picture of it.
Did I just...did I just take a baby picture?? Questioning your actions.
Putting that thought away, you shove your phone back into your pocket and continue soothing your new found little girl.
This is where I'm meant to be. Soothing a precious baby.