"Rachel? Why are you sleeping there?" a man asks as he picks you up and sets you back into your crib.
You look around, see that your still an infant and let loose with a volley of tears.
"Hey, calm down. Daddy's here." the man says. He picks you up and rocks you back and forth in his arms. You find this very comforting and soon calm down.
"That's better. Come on, let's get you some food." he says as he carries you out of your room. Passing through the house you can see it looks exactly like yours, but with different furniture. When you get to the kitchen your dad sets you into a pink high chair, walks to the pantry and pulls out a jar of baby food. Getting a spoon he starts to feed you. You happily eat it and start to worry about your state of mind again.
When you're finished eating your father picks you up and bounces you gently over his shoulder until you burp.
"Hey, that's my girl!" he says and you can't help but smile, you feel proud.
He takes you and sets you down on the couch, then he presses his face against your stomach and makes farting noises. You giggle happily at the funny noises.
"What am I doing? That's not funny." you think but giggle some more anyway.
After a few more minutes of that he picks you up, takes you back into your room, and sets you down in the crib.
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