That party was AMAZING! Too bad I have to go see these children. My children, I suppose. I open the door.
Oh my god, why is she sleeping?! "BRATS, GET DOWN HERE AND SEE YOUR LOVING, BEAUTIFUL MOTHER!"
I hear the kids groan. I see the baby flying around the tall one. "BRATS, I MEAN IT– GET DOWN HERE!!"
I slowly walk to the kitchen and grab a frozen bag of peas. I put it on the brat's forehead, a bit hopeful that she isn't dead.
After a long time, she starts to sit up. I open my mouth, start to give her a nice, long lecture about how she should be more responsible, but she lays back down.
Such an annoying brat.
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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...
