I want to try out this idea but it didn't turn out too well. Regardless, I will write it out. Let's call it my writing experiment. Reviews are welcome to help me come up with a better storyline.

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This is obvious, but let me emphasize that I'm trying to write a love story, one that I've learned by heart over the years; one so dear and near to me like my own skin.

I am by no means an eloquent writer—as surgeons, our only training in writing is scribbling on medical charts. So why am I writing at all? That's because it's an important part of my personal history that I don't want to see buried. I want it to be past down generation after generation…

Sorry. My darling twins were crying just now. You see, it isn't easy to be a mom, and two at the same time? Now this really is a challenge. Now I completely understand why Mom and Dad did not give me any siblings to play with. Don't get me wrong. I love my babies. They remind me of their grandparents.

Sometimes my eyes would burn a little, wishing Criston and Prestina had a chance to meet their grandpa and grandma. I'm not sure if they would love my mom's jargon-filled lullabies as much as I did, but I wouldn't have doubted for a second that it was good influence—how could you prove otherwise when I, daughter of Cristina Yang and Preston Burke, was given the Early Career Award two years after I completed my residency at Seattle Grace?

In case you're wondering where my husband is-- No, he's not a surgeon. No, he's not in the medical profession. Given my family background, you'd be surprised but my parents actually forbade me to date anyone at the hospital—"too intense for your own good"—as my mom put it jokingly.

Oops. I'm digressing again. My Mr. Handsome has just got home. No, I'm serious, my husband is handsome, maybe not as good-looking as my dad in his prime, but he's an esteemed hair stylist for movie stars.

How long should one chapter be? I don't feel confident with my writing. Joshua is running through it now. I hope he won't tell me to give this up. After all, I think I have very beautiful handwriting, and would kill to tell the world how proud I am as my parents' daughter.