I will have one child. It will be a girl.
My daughter's name will be
Mika.
She will have red hair and freckles, and be chronically underweight.
She will play the piano, moderately well.
In school, she will never earn less than an "A", until College, where she will earn a "B" due to how heavy the workload is, and because the teacher is from the Middle East and loveist, giving women in the class an extra burden.
When she receives her "B", she will cry on her boyfriend's shoulder. He will make a move on her. This will be the first time she has intercourse. This will be the man she marries.
Five years later, after meeting my grandchild, I will die in an unfortunate accident. She will recovery quickly from the loss. Life will go on. My second grandchild, whom I never meet, will be a Crystal Meth addict.
