Lost

Mother

-Stella-

"Grandma!"

No response.

"Grandma!!"

Still no response.

"Grand-"

"What's wrong?!" she yelled.

"Hi!" I said smiling.

She rolled her eyes and said breakfast was ready. Chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and a cup of orange juice. Something's up. She does this when its something I don't want to do. Like the last time. Last time, I had to go with Maddie to go visit Demi. Wait, I mean mom as she wishes me to call her. She just sat there with her while me, her daughter, staring at her. I told grandma, but, like she always says, "Give her time." Eleven years was fucking time. First, she leaves me with Rissa, then she puts me in an orphanage when I was 2. Three weeks later, grandma and grandpa came to get me. And since then, I was here with them. Grandma, grandpa, Aunt Dallas, and Maddie. I know, she's my aunt, but were around the same age, so she just let's me Call her Maddie.

"Okay. Stel, we have a list of things to do today."

"Hit it to me."

"Okay. First, go to the mall and buy some clothes for Eddie's birthday. Demiiscomingoverforafewhours. Then, we need to get your things ready to go to Rissa's place tomorrow."

"Wait go back again."

"Go to the mall and buy some clothes for Eddie's birthday?"

"No. After that."

She sighed.

"Demi is coming over for a few hours."

"Ding. Ding. Ding."

"I know you don't want to see her, but, today's Eddie's birthday."

"No! I don't want her there. I hate her. She always want to hang out with her baby girl, and not her daughter. Her daughter grandma. Me!" I yelled.

"I know sweetie but-"

"Give her time."

"Yup."

"Eleven years was enough for her to give her time."

"Sweetie, I know it's been nine years, but today is Eddie's birthday, so please just let it slide."

"Whatever."

I hate her! I don't want to see her. Every fucking time she comes, it's always Maddie she goes too. She ignores me like I'm invisible or something. I wanted to cry. But, crying isn't gonna solve anything. I left the table and ran upstairs. I went to the only person who really knows how to calm me down. Tears were coming down already. I knocked the door and she came out.

"Hey babe. What's wrong?" she said as she carried me to her bed. I was small and somewhat chubby so she was able to carry me.

"S-she's coming today Dally. Make her stop. Don't let her come."

"Shu, shu, baby. It's okay. I won't let her go close to you okay. You're my baby, nothing will happen to you. Okay?"

"Okay Dal."

Dallas, or Dally as what I grew up to name her, is basically my mom. Yeah, Rissa and grandma are my moms too, but like Dally is different. Dallas raised me as her daughter. She's the one who took me to school on the first day. She's the one who took me shopping. She's the one that gave me the "birds and the bees" talk. And basically everything.

"Come on. Let's get that gorgeous face of yours a wash."

I nodded and went to wash my face. A few hours flew by and grandma and I had to go buy Eddie's present.