So,

Her name is Vivian Richards

*A/N* : The story will start when she was born

A/N:- ADIOS AMIGOS, we'll meet in another chapter thanks for reading this!

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The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

No, I don't want to fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

With you, with you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

What a wicked game to play to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

And I don't wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

With you

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

No, I don't wanna fall in love (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

With you (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

No, I... (this girl is only gonna break your heart)

(This girl is only gonna break your heart)

Nobody loves no one

Year 2000, 17th of April, 6:43 pm, France, England,

In the city of Luxembourg,

A house hold with five members is gifted with a daughter. Outside the window the streets are bustling with activity, people going about their day. Such was a day on which she was born, none other than the protagonist of this story, soon to be Vivian Richards.

I don't know how, but I am able to hear everyone... judging from what I hear, I conclude I haven't yet come out of my mama's stomach for I can hear her wailing and screaming as if in excruciating pain, I've yet to born , but somehow I know the fact that mothers go through the pain of several heart attacks while delivering, so that explains her cries

Mom: Hah! Huff! Mm.. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Dad: You're almost there, Mon amour, just a little more.. Hang in there, I can see her hand!

Mom: *Tries to lift her head to see the hand*

Dad: Don't exert your self, mon amour, just a little more pressure and we'll have our daughter in our hands!

Mom: Yes

Mom: Hmp! Mmm...ughh...

Dad: Just like that, mon amour.

All the while, I listen to them. Probably my father coaxing my mother. I'm unable to see anything, since I'm too weak to open my eyes. i know the first body part coming out is mostly the head, I am not sure why I had my hand poking through first. Probably, because I've been moving here in there in her womb, since 6 months. For the record, this is the 7th month, I'm premature.

Mom: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Dad: Mon amour ! Can you not go slow on her!!!

Doctor: I apologise, Mr. Richards, but we are in a dicey situation. Your daughter's health is failing. Her condition is critical, and if not taken out in time for further treatment, you may never see her.

Mom: Pull her out, André, let them!

.Vivian goes under check-ups and is put in the incubator whilst her mother is sleeping, and her dad's closed his eyes beside Miriam(her mom)

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Doctor: Your daughter is certainly adorable and lovable.

Mom: Give her to me, I'm itching to see her face!

Dad: *hands me over to Mom.*

I observe how both my parents admire me, Mom, soothing and caressing my forehead and Dad, stretching my cheeks.

Miriam is discharged from the hospital after four days of bedrest, to cope up with the fatigue.

André reaches the hospital, pays the bill and exudes with Miriam and their daughter. With one arm he carries their daughter, and with the other helps Miriam into the front seat.

and putting the child in Miriam's lap.

Before starting to drive

André : Mon amour, how do feel?

Miriam: I'm just fine, Mon chéri, you worry too much!

André : Well, why shouldn't I? Tu es ma vie ! Tu as acheté une nouvelle personne dans notre famille, notre fille mignonne !

[You are my life ! You bought a new person in our family, our cute girl! ]

Miriam : Je suis très contente, maintenant que, nous avons notre très propre enfant !

[I am very happy now that we have our very own child!]

And with that he drives off home.