They should have known from the beginning I was trouble. Big trouble. I was blonde for one. Blondes are trouble. In addition, I looked like a Haliwell with my big beautiful brown eyes. I was left on the doorstep with a dagger and a note. The dagger had a beautiful sapphire crescent moon on it. The note said," She shall be useful, she will notice your personaltiies, and mimic behaviors. Love her."
What did you call me about, Grams?" Piper said. "And why is our old crib out?"
"Shhhh, Come into the kitchen, love." Grams replied.
They walked the 20 steps into the kitchen. "That better not be a baby", Piper said.
"Why? What would be so wrong with that?" Grams asked.
"You can't take care of a baby!" Piper replied.
"Young Lady, I can indeed. Just because I am old does not mean anything. We are adopting her. She can be someone's daughter. Not mine though. Patty was too much," Grams said.
"Are you insane? I am trying to become a chef, Prue is a businesswoman, and Phoebe is Phoebe! Piper said."
"Well I will leave her in my will and someone *cough* you *cough* can take her. But I'm still naming her." Grams replied."
What are you naming her?" Piper Sighed.
"Marie Isabella Haliwell. After Marie and Izzy. It's pretty like her."
"OK. Did she come with anything? A note maybe?" Piper replied."
Yes, she did in fact. And a dagger." "GRAMSSSS A DAGGER!" Piper screamed.
Later that night...
"Yes, I do not know, I personally think she has gone insane" Piper said to her sister Prue. "Maybe it is a midlife crisis?" Prue suggested.
"The woman almost 70, how is that mid life?"
I honestly don't know" Prue said.
"Oh and then, and THEN Prue she said she was going to leave the baby to me."
"WHAT?"
"Yea, exactly, Prue. And the baby's name is Marie. Marie Isabella." Piper replied
My life was great those first two years. This was good, because after Grams died, my life would be a wild rollercoaster. After she died, the sisters inherited the house. After they discovered their powers, I soon discovered mine. I remember the first thing I ever shapshifted in to. It was a dove. Funny right? Seeing that I will not find love for another hundred odd years.
