Dear Diary,
When I reached to the nurse's office, she examined my back. She told me that nothing was wrong and that I just had a light bruising from the impact. The nurse also noticed some swelling on my ankle and told me that I had sprained it. She wrapped it up with a bandage and told me to ice twice a day to carry the swelling down. She asked me if I wanted to go home. I nodded yes and she called Carol.
After about twenty minutes, Carol barged into the nurse's office, looking really angry. I thought she was angry at me until she cupped my cheek gently and helped me up. She carried me to the principal's office and shut the door.
"Excuse me ma'am, you aren't allowed to be in here..."
"Are you the principal?"
"Yes. My name is Mrs Johnson."
"Look at what has happened to my daughter. How can you allow something like this to happen?"
Did she just call me her daughter? Does she love me? Can she love me like a mother does?
She already does. She does all the things mommy used to do. Cook for me, read to me, tuck into bed, wash my clothes, and shower me with kisses.
She IS my second mommy.
"Dy, sweetie. Who did this to you? What happened?"
I shook my head no.
She hugged me and cooed into my ear. "Don't worry, okay. Let's go home."
I smiled at the fact that I realized Carol was going to my second mommy, who would love me just as much as my first mommy had.
We drove back to home. And she asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. I nodded.
"Which one?"
I grabbed the Cinderella DVD and pushed it into the player.
She fell asleep during the movie, so I took the blanket and covered us both up. When the movie was finished, I turned off the TV and snuggled up to her.
