It all began when they fostered me; the Cullens. They took me in and immediately went through the adoption process. I never felt more wanted. And then they figured out that I didn't like to be touched.

"Dot, your hair!" Mom said disapprovingly, and went to touch my head. I flinched. Emmett picked me up to spin me around that very same day. I screamed my head off. Dad tried to kiss my head when he came home from work. I ran to the other room. And that's why we went to therapy with mom and dad. I didn't know what it would entail. But, I was optimistic that the therapist would tell them to stop trying to touch me. But boy was I wrong.