Chocolate milk

Clara T

"I'm so glad you're making real friends, Daisy," her dad ruffles Daisy's gold locks. "Sophie seems like a wonderful girl. You should invite her over sometime." he takes a sip from his yucky, bitter coffee and smiles. How anyone could voluntarily drink that, I don't know. 

Daisy drinks, from a pink and white straw, her chocolate milk. She sees me from the corner of her eye, and nods, as if telling me that she hasn't forgotten about me. Then, she turns to her dad and grins. "Can I? Sophie has so many barbies. Our play date is going to be the funnest in the whole entire world!"

"Of course, babygirl," her dad gets up from the breakfast table, not having even finished his eggs. "Daddy has to go now, but I'll see you tonight, okay?" He kisses the top of Daisy's head, and then her mommy's cheek. 

A few minutes later, when daisy has finished all of her breakfast, we go to her room. I don't say a word the entire way there, because I'm mad. 

It's probably because Daisy feels guilty for talking about Sophie that is making me angry, but I'm angry nevertheless, and she knows it. 

"I'm sorry, Clara," She pouts, pushing her bottom lip out. "You know I didn't mean that." Of course, she and I both knew that she did mean it. She was excited, no doubt, to have Sophie over. She was excited to have an actual friend, and make her parents proud. She was excited because Sophie was real, and I wasn't. 

And of course, because I act as Daisy pleases, after the apology, I'm no longer fuming. "It's okay Daisy," I grin. "Can we please watch my little pony now?" 

And we do, and I'm there. And when we're done playing, I am no longer.