Wow. It has been almost two years of Jenna and I living with our fathers. It was a nice feeling. I finally moved out with Yohio, (since I’m now 19) Jenna was spoiled rotten, and Dad and I were now at a dance recital for Jenna. Jenna was too excited to be her in very own purple tutu, but her day was suddenly ruined. Or so we thought. She came to us running and tears in her eyes. Her tiny ballerina bun bounced as Dad picked her up.
“What's wrong, buttercup?”
“My p-partner. He is g-gone.” Rests head on Dad’s head and cries. Her little eyeliner was staining Dad’s shirt.
I rubbed her back and asked, “What do you mean gone, Jenna?”
“I don’t have anybody to dance with now!!!” Jenna cried out as her dance instructor came running to us.
“Places! Places my little darlings!!” The instructor cried out happily.
Dad and I worried as each group of dancers performed. We sat on the edge of our seats as Jenna came onto the stage, alone. She didn’t look to happy as she danced alone. That is, until Chacha came on stage in tights and took the role of her dance partner. After that her face lit up like an explosion. She smiled and Dad relaxed in his seats. Both Jenna and Chacha smiled and danced their hearts out.
Once the dance recital was over, Jenna pulled Chacha over to us with pure excitement. Chacha was finally becoming a parent.
We then became one happy FAMILY.
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Children of a gayer breed
HumorDear Life, Why do you make everything so hard? What did I do wrong to deserve this? I have no life left. I have no friends, no family, and a little girl living in my apartment with me. What’s going on? Love, Rita Johnson I’m Rita Johnson. I...
