Butterfly

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Another day. A day in a year is a day that shall, as always be boring.

Let me be precise and say my days are boring.

Every teenager out there in the world must be living their life to the fullest. Maybe not every, but most teenagers.  Even yet children, running around, not knowing what the real world holds. The innocents that know nothing, but fun and wonder. It must be great feeling like you’re in a safe place and thinking that no one will hurt you. I remember my childhood.

 I wouldn’t say that I was like every child you’d see playing in the park; running around with children their own age, kicking a ball around, playing in a sandbox.

They probably don’t realise how lucky they are.

Instead I would be hiding in the dark.

-CHILDHOOD MEMORY

Walking along the footpath with my mother, Emily’s hand in mine has me jumping for joy. Cars are skyrocketing by, beautiful women walking by with their phones in their pedicure hands; everything that I don’t see often isn’t what I’m focusing on. Instead it’s the women holding, squeezing, and grasping my hand. Her elegant hand wrapped around my chubby one I could never get enough of. Spending time with her is something that every second should be cherished, and I intend to do just that.

I look around and see that I’m surrounded by clothing shops screaming for me to come. My mommy’s smiling down at me, like she loves me with all here heart, like she’ll never let me go.

The smile that I’ve gotten use to reminds me of a star, so far away but yet still gorgeous and shining, but the smile that I see now, tells me something different, makes me feel totally different.

And I love it.

We continue walking, until i see a dress hanging off of a kid like mannequin.  Its blue, my favourite colour. The dress has sparking glitter along the top half where it moulds against the chest then falls down the legs gracefully.

The blue would suit my eye colour. Blue with blue.

I'm giggling at myself well imagining wearing the dress. I'm twirling around like a ballerina and laughing.

My mommy looks back at me and applause for me while smiling.

"Mommy, wouldn't I look pretty with that dress on?" I ask while jumping around, enjoying the moment.

"Of course my baby, you'd look gorgeous either way Stacy." She runs up to me while i squeal with delight. She reaches me, lifts me effortlessly in the air and tickles me to death.

I like how I’m giggling. I like giggling and feeling like the way I do.

Feeling loved, cared for and being told by my mommy that I am beautiful no matter what.

My mommy gives me a kiss on the cheek and shifts me so my legs are around her hip. She embraces me for a minute until she speaks.

“Darling, how about we buy the dress for your birthday present? Wouldn’t you like that?” As soon as the words come out of her mouth, I stretch my arms and wrap them around her slender neck while squeezing tight. I laugh at how happy I am and the joy I feel, I can’t get enough of this emotion, this feeling. I want more.

“Thank you mommy! I love you so much” I pull back just in time to see her lips curving at the tips.

Her eyes soften and flash with tenderness and adoration.