" For the last time Louisa, if I get up that stairs you're gonna appear down magically!!" This is the second threat this morning and yet she's still up.
" Coming mummy!" came her tiny voice in a rush.
" You've been on your way for the past ten minutes, when is your train going to arrive!?" Taking the last sip of my coffee, I walked over to drop my dishes in the dishwasher.
" And it's arrived " Were her first words as she made her entrance into the kitchen.
She sucked in her upper lip and batted her lashes at me like she usually does when she believes I'm angry at her.
Looking at her features, she reminds me of the reason why I changed her first name from June to Louisa, because she was a survivor.
At the age of five she was a lot smaller in stature than her mates and that caused a lot of worry from me and everyone else who cared, including my boss. So I took her for a test but they confirmed nothing wrong with her, only the fact that she seems a little more fragile in immunity.
I blamed it on her premature birth.
Her cerulean blue eyes and jet black hair reminds me of her very own movie hero, the forgotten warrior. Her lips slim but pink and her nose a little smaller compared to her facial symmetry, but that was what made her beautiful.
" I can't be doing this with you every single day Louie " I mumbled as I got into a squat to adjust her skirt and tie of her uniform.
" I know, today will be the last. Trina accused me of lying about my drawings. So i was looking for my notepad to show it to her " She whined then ran to the living room to pick her school bag.
She has an awkward interest in art, but for a five year old she's perfectly fine in drawings.
" Must you prove her wrong? You could just let her be" I followed her to the living room not before getting my car keys.
" Then I'll lose!" She shouted like a loss was a penalty. " I never lose" She continued and ran out the front door to the car.
That I know.
I sighed in defeat. I can't even win an argument against my own daughter.
I picked up my purse and walked out the door, then turning around to shut it and lock up.
I approached the vehicle, with my eyes searching my purse to be sure i had everything I needed.
Phone ✔
Credit card ✔
Emergency money ✔
Seeing all in position, I hopped in the car and fastened my seatbelt.
Checking my rearview mirror was when I realized Louisa was in the backseat not her usual front.
" Louie honey, come sit here" Tapping on the passenger seat.
" No thanks. Our teacher told us front seat is for only big girls " She shrugged and went ahead swinging her feet that still dangled from her chair when she sits with her back directly on the cushion.
" But you always sit here and nothings happened "
" Yet"
"Yet? What do you mean yet?"
" I don't knoooooow" She shrugged again, using her hands for more emphasis.
" Fine, at least put your seatbelt on" Putting the key into the ignition and revving the engine.
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