Remember - (2/?)

My mother and father were always busy with their lab work. If they weren't being too clingy and surveillance-y for my liking, they were busy working on scientific bullshit while I worry about being watched for every single day of my life.
 
A lone yet large tube of sorts, surrounded by various machinery, was being carefully monitored by them, and a few other people. Inside the tube was a human child, inside in a sort of fetal position. Various tubes and wiring were attached to her as she floats inside. Today seems to be the day she wakes up.
I thought this was just a Clone spell used, but then I realized that this was an actual cloning process, just done to recreate the daughter my parents had "lost."
The liquid inside the tube slowly drains out as the blaring alarms and red light pour into the room. I hear a scientist exclaim that the clone is ready. People ran around to other etcetera machines, computers, and the like as the liquid drains out. The tubing and wiring were detatched, leaving scars on the girl that quickly repaired themselves afterward.
 
The glass walls that held the liquid and the girl lower itself, and my parents walk up to the girl, who was now lying down on the ground. They nudge her gently, and she shifts, as if have been woken up from a sweet yet fleeting dream.
As her eyes open up and she groans trying to fully wake up, she blinks curiously, unaware of her current surroundings and future fate.
 
"They didn't call her Sharon, but she was given a different name."
 
What was it?
 
"They called her Hana - or One - for the entire time she was in their custody."
 
Entire time? In custody? What do you...
 
"Don't you want to continue?"
 
...
 
I do. It feels familiar, somehow. These answers, I feel like I'm just close, yet so far.