Chapter 22

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Aia's POV

I feel how much my uncle is disappointed at me. After I talked to mama, he never said a word. He plate my food, get my sippy cup then gave it to me. I tried to talk but he immediately left me on the dining table. Though I can't really swallow my food. I did my best to finish one piece of waffle on my plate. Stella made it for me so I don't want this to go to waste. She'll be sad if she learn I didn't eat it.

I decided to go upstairs and spent the whole late morning inside my room feeling down. I'm not little, I am not big either. I play some of my toys and did coloring. From time to time I dialed mama's phone number because I wanted to hear her voice so bad. I know I just called her a while ago and I can't help my self from crying. She comforts me as she hums a lullaby. I dialed again but I guess she's really busy because she doesn't answers right away.

I put the phone down and picked up Ottie and hold him in front of my face. "Ottie, what should I do? I'm afraid of what will going to happen next. What if, what if Stella will not gonna be our mama? Won't you be sad for us not to have a mama again? Because I am." I talked to him and give him lots and lots of kisses and hug him really tight.

It was pass lunch when mama called me back. I'm so happy to speak to her. Her voice calms me down but inside I can't wait to see her again. She called to asked me if I did had lunch already and if I am being good. Mama said we have to talk to uncle about our relationship. She's reassuring me that everything will be okay that I do not need to worry that much.

I go downstairs to have lunch, uncle is in his office and the door is agape. I can hear him talking on the phone about the project he is working on. Though I can't see his face, I can hear the frustration with his voice as he pace back and forth.

I headed to the dinning table and eat my lunch alone. The food is already prepared by Mrs Thompson. She always cooks for us and she made my food looking very tasty. I started to eat but I can't swallow really. This is sad, I wish mama is here. I wish uncle is not mad at me. I wish Alice is here. I miss granma. That made my tears fall from my eyes. I wipe my tear with the back of my hands and try to cheer up. Mama said I need to eat and she will bring me something later if I'll be a good girl.

Once I'm done with my lunch I go to the living room to watch a movie.

"Aia, I need to speak to you." I heard uncle saying as he walks to the living room. He sits on the other end of the couch then looked at me. I know when he spoke to me this way. He means business.

"Turn off the TV please." He added.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked still though I know what he wanted.

"Cut it Aia, You know what I meaning to talk to." He looked into my eyes as he said those words with his low voice. I'm dead. I feel like crying but I can't I need to do this. I looked down and started to fidget with my fingers.

"Look at me!" He said. I slowly lift up my head to face him. His disappointment is clearly seen. I fail him again.

"Would you like to tell me what happened here while I was gone?" He asked.

"You know, you always have the chance to talk so spill everything." He stated once more.

"Um. Um. Mo- St-Stella, I had fun with Stella, She took care of me and put me to bed. We went to fair yesterday and had a great time but also something happened. Brianna did it again. She bullied me at the fair. She told me no one will like me and no one will find me and that I am worthless. And I-I got really scared because she locked me inside the storage. I was so scared and Stella came and save me. I was heart broken and so sad and then, and then I asked Stella if, if, if she is mama, if she's my mama. She said yes. But I'm glad that I asked her that. Uncle Ricky, She likes to be my mama, I swear I talked her because I don't want to force her too. She told me how much she loves me and she will take care of me and-and to her I'm like a daughter. She mean it." I tried my best to explain and my tears starts to fall I can't hold it anymore.

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