Through the eyes of a child

Mommy's Girl?

My mom watched as I fell down once again on the hard concrete, my face was cold and I felt like crap all over the place, my first reaction was crying, I knew I wasn't really hurt but I just wanted my dad to focus on something else. I'm still learning to ride a bike on 2 little stumpy wheels but it was hard, and it took forever! How long had it been? 20 minutes? 20 minutes was always what I thought of first as a long time, mom and dad told me that 20 minutes was "nothing" it was all just so confusing ugh. "Come on, it doesn't hurt that bad, get back up" my dad said with a small smirk he was trying to hide but I didn't mind. My mom shouted out our small apartment window "But what if she's hurt?" Yeah, what if I had broken all my bones? Wait is that possible? "Dad is it possible to break all of your bones?" I asked, waiting for an answer. "You won't break any bones Celina" he replied almost too soon. Celina. So many people told me I had a "beautiful" name but I thought it was just so ordinary, all other names are incredible, and then there's mine. The routine happened again for what felt like an hour (which my parents thought of as a little time) but according to dad, who always knew everything, it was only 5 minutes "or so" when we came back up the stairs and inside our small family apartment my mother hugged me and I giggled, I don't know why but I couldn't hold it back. My dad said I kept pouting about it and falling down one or two times which obviously was like 10 times but I didn't correct him because I knew he would just ignore me. I took it offensive how my dad always talked so passionate about all my mistakes. тнaт waѕ тнe day ι decιded ι loved мy мoтнer мore тнan мy ғaтнer.

A./N. Okay so I'm just making this book to like get the hang of way toad but if you want me to continue it then I need 3 comments and 3 votes! I might delete this though cause I'm just getting used to writing in wattpad. -Thanks, Celina