Ok, so here it is:D I will try to actully finish this one, lol. Feel free to comment what you thing and please give it a vote if you wish!
Elizabeth
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Forgotten
*Eleven years ago*
My mom, dad and I are all sitting around a table. It’s a glass table that has black lining with a set of matching chairs. We’re sitting outside on our deck at the end of another summer day, swatting mosquitoes and listening to the crickets chirp. My mom, a still young teacher with long brown hair and big hoop earrings, is leaned backwards tapping her toe and drinking a glass of wine. My dad, a middle aged man who is writing something for his newspaper job on a piece of notebook paper with the standard pencil; yellow with a pink eraser. We had just finished a dinner of steaks and salads, a dinner I hated but was forced to eat. I’m still finishing up some dessert, which tonight is mint chocolate chip ice cream. I’m eating fast, because I’m only four and I want to go run around the backyard and swing on the swings and slide on the slide. It seemed like forever, but I finally finish and slide back in my chair and, without saying a word, begin to run down the stairs to the long awaited swings. But I don’t get down three steps before my mom calls me back over.
“Melody,” she says in that I-have-to-ruin-your-fun tone. “Come have a seat. Mommy has to talk to you about something.” She takes a sip of her wine and pats the seat where I was sitting. I groan and stomp reluctantly up the few stairs I went down and walk over to the table. Right as I’m sitting down, my mom pats her lap. I shake my head. She nods. I give up and sit on her fat thighs. I can smell the alcohol in her breath as she starts to talk. “Melly-belly, do you know where babies come from?” She said, bouncing her knee which is making me sick.
“The store,” I say matter of factly. She and my dad burst out laughing.
“No, they come from my belly,” I look over at my dad, who now has a beer. “Ok, let me just say this… I’m pregnant!” My dad stops drinking his beer as he hears those words that my mom just threw at us. He slams it down.
“How did I not know this??” My mom shrugs causally. My dad looks really angry. I can tell really easily if he is angry even if he doesn’t say anything. His brows get together like a unibrow; he squeezes his lips together and makes fist with his hands.
“I’ve known since this morning when the doctor told me. Honey, isn’t this great?” She has a big smile on her face and her eyebrows are raised up high, as if she is looking for approval. I’m mixed up from all the commotion. I have no idea what “pregnant” means, but I know my mommy is happy.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re going to have a brother or sister!” She cried, and took the last sip of her wine.
