"No ones ever even held her yet," I hear a mother cry over her new born in a tv show.

"Her," a word I hear all the time. But the one time, I'm half aware, and I'm taken aback. I fall slowly backwards in my mind traveling back in time to when I was little.

For the first time really realizing. "I am a her. I am someone's daughter. I am someone's baby."
So strange to think of myself as anything other than "I".