Hi there. The name’s Drea.
I cannot remember a time in my life when I genuinely wanted human children.
One Christmas long ago, I desperately ripped open the biggest, most promising present placed underneath the tree. To my five-year-old dismay, the large box that vowed something magical was instead filled with one of those terrifying, real-life baby dolls. Even as a child, I was immediately creeped out. My sweet, darling mother insisted, “Look, Drea! You can feed her and give her actual diaper changes!”