I like my ceiling. It's really high. Like the sky. Haha that sounded the same.
Waaaah, when is she coming? I'm hungry. Doesn't she see me? All those other times I was hungry she came.
I get up to start flying because I recently found out that I can do that, when I hear the door open. I roll over onto my back and peer through the bars of my crib upside down. Wow! Ruby is walking on the ceiling!
She picks me up and we walk downstairs, and everything is right side up again. She sets me in my castle, hands me my bottle, and I settle in, sipping my yummy white drink that I still haven't learned the name of.
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How To Not Be A Mother
Short StoryRuby lives with her three siblings: Sam, Lewis, and Alice. She has been taking care of them since she was very young- in the place of their so-called mother, Esme, who's never around. It's time Esme learns her lesson. But will the kids be brave enou...
