Charlilly. My mother wanted Charlotte, and my father wished for Lilly. They comprised, they collaborated. Thus: Charlilly. No one asks my name, or where I'm from, or how I got here. They just assume that I'm from the land of lost children - like so many of themselves - and accept that as truth. I'm no longer Charlilly; I am Lydia of Wammy's. And this, this is my story. OCXMello