There was once, in a quiet town, born a girl.

She was beautiful, her parents cooed and her grandparents and aunts and uncles oohed and aahed. Her mouth small and the color of a strawberry, her eyes not blue like most newborn children but brown like chocolate, the fuzz on her head black as night. She was born at home, in January of 1994. Her family loved her from the moment eyes were laid on her, and vice versa. Amazingly, her eyes seemed focussed even at birth. They named her Rachael.

She was, in short, innocent.

She would keep her innocence for a while.

But no one remains innocent forever.