Even though she kept muttering ‘please mommy’ she wasn’t our daughter.
Actually, she could be, if my wife wanted it.
With her mind wiped, her old life erased, she could be whatever we wanted.
Right now she was happy, and that was enough. No more worries, no more thoughts about work or school.
She was just a good girl, it’s the only thing she knew now because it’s all we told her.
She was a good girl, and good girls did whatever mommy and daddy asked.
Why would she ever want anything else, when she felt so good?
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