"Vanessa, what are you doing up there? Get down now!"
Daddy said to me in a low, strict tone.
"Momma is showing me how to bake cookies Daddy!"
The agitated flame in his eyes instantly died out and was replaced with an unknowing sadness.
"I will let you keep watching Mommy cook, but you need to take your medicine first sweetheart."
I shake my head sternly.
"No! The medicine tastes bad!"
"Vanessa, don't you want to grow up to be beautiful and strong like your mother?"
I gave him a frown and nodded my head before climbing off of the kitchen counter.
I ran towards him and held out a hand to him, and he gave me a little white pill and I swallowed it down with some water.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
