"Hey sweetie, ready to wake up?" I ask her but she only whines in response.
"Is that baby Melody talking? Or is it big Melody talking?" I ask her, I know by the time we would be able to tell them apart without asking, she'll show different characteristics, it's small hints we'll catch on. Her answer was to cry, I believe little and big people have the right to cry, they all cried at one time or another, but these tears, I'm pretty sure are little Melody's tears.
"Why are you crying little pup? Huh? What's wrong?" I ask her bouncing her around, I didn't expect an answer, but she did.
"Nightmare, evil man," she says, the procedure she went through had her become more verbal, using more words.
"Nightmares? It's just a bad dream sweetie, no one is here, it's just the two of us, you're s
