"mommy...can I have my crusts cut off on my sammich?" I skipped into the kitchen. "yes..anything for the birthday girl." I saw my daddy walk into the kitchen. as usual, he was dressed in a suit and tie. "Daddy I'm six!" I told him. he smiled and pucked me up, spinning g me around.
after the morning routine, mommy drove me to school. I was greeted by my teacher, who stood at the front door. "hello Emma! happy birthday." I smiled as big as I could and I went to brag to my friends.
my daddy was late to pick me up, so i went to swing. everyone was gone, and since I didn't know any better, I began to wail. "my mommy and my daddy forgot me...on my birthday." soon, a man I had never seen before came to me. "what's wrong child?" he cooed. "its my birthday, and my daddy isn't here." I sobbed.
next thing I knew, I was in a blue pick up truck, told we were going to celebrate his birthday at his house. he had convinced me that my mommy didn't love me enough. I was broken. he gave me a funny tasting cake and then, I fell asleep. then, I woke up. it was daytime now, and I could see many other girls, grown up girls and girls from my age. then I realized, this was not a birthday party.
