8 years old

Part 3

Danielle's POV

I don't want to go to my aunt's home but I have nowhere else to go to.... I sighed... I got in the school bus. Almost everyone's parents had come to the school or at least at the bus stop to pick their children but I didn't trouble my eyes to search for anyone because I knew that it would just be a waste of time and effort. My aunt and her family are my family. After my momma passed away nobody showed their previous behavior to me. I still wonder why??? Maybe they all changed or maybe I did or maybe its just the circumstances that made it so...

I walked to the gate with all these thoughts that were stuffed within me for about a month now. I sighed and threw out a long breath before opening the door. I just wish Aunt Mayra is not drunk.

Yeah, My aunt , my mother's only biological sister was the only relative that the authorities decided to give my custody to. She was really good person, you know, She used to buy me chocolates and toys when mom and I lived in Praill. But I don't know why nowadays she acts slight different but she is still good. I know that she loves me but sometimes she is really really strict with the rules... But she has a very good reason to do so... I know its for my own good.

"Aunt Mayra, I am home." I whispered slightly the air striking my vocal cords produced little sound other than hush. "Oh my god!!!", She shouted making me flinch slightly at the sudden outburst, " Look who's home! THE LITTLE PRINCESS. What!!! took you so long Danielle??? You are....", She glanced at the wall clock and on noticing that I was exactly on time she laughed sweetly, " Never mind, honey, Go change your dress."

Even though I'm 8 years old I know all the house chores and when I say all I literally mean ALL. Because aunt Mayra doesn't want me to suffer in the future just because I don't know how to wash the dishes and stuff. She cares for me, a lot. And I will always be grateful for that.

I sat on my study table to study but when I saw my name on my book I fell like my stomach did some flips and I had a very strong sense that I was about to throw up. I felt really bad but not as bad as when my mom got sick and also not bad as when I left Praill. I could just remember every detail about how Daniel came to me to ask me to change my name. He looked a little awkward but he did open another chapter in my life and like all the chapters of Peter trying to cut my hair with scissors and Shayne laughing at how odd my dress looked. I started to sweat. I wanted to stand up but my leg betrayed me and I landed on the floor crying...

I feel so pathetic. I felt like I was floating in the sky in the middle of the clouds but it was not good floating it was like I was falling into space kind of floating where you try to hold onto clouds but you just fall and fall and fall and..... They're trying to tear you apart, sweetheart. And I'm not sad that they are but what makes me so sad is that you are willing to get torn.

My mom was so much the bestestest kind that you'd immediately fall in love once you got to know her.

You are smarter and stronger than that Danielle Martin. You definitely are.