~2010, Early June~ ~My Bedroom~
I sit on my plush carpeted floor in front of my Tinkerbell comforter that was gently laid out on top of my bed as I held the brunette doll. I study the dolls details, long light brown plastic hair, light blue dull eyes, a fake grin plastered on her face, tan skin, and a light blue princess dress. My big sister Dakota and I were playing dolls, we were trying to brainstorm on what to do with the the story now. So far the story had been the King and Queen were trying to marry off their daughter, the Princess, to have rights to another kingdom and more resources, Dakota had told me that that was how they did it way back in the day and still kinda do. The King, Queen & Princess were having dinner with a Prince, the princess had snapped on her parents because she's upset that she's just getting married off like nothing purely for their benefit then she stormed off. I looked up at my eleven year-old sister who's sitting on top of my bed. I really couldn't think of where to take the story, I was to estatic to think clearly and I couldn't even stop smiling ! Dakota rarely plays with me anymore, I asked Mom why and she said "Well, you guys are seven years apart, she's growing up, and that also means that she's not gonna like the things you like anymore". But I disagree, I think Dakota simply doesn't like me anymore. So I'll have to cherish this moment while it last.
"How about he goes after her to comfort her and that's when they fall in love ?" Dakota suggests
"Ok, but what does 'comfort' mean ?" I ask
"It's basically,...like..when you cry and Mom hugs you, she'd be comforting you"
"Ohhh ok"
I was playing Queen and Princess while Dakota plays King and Prince, Dakota often played as the boy characters, but I never questioned it because she liked boy things and dress more like a boy.
We played out him comforting her at then we made them get married and they cut their parents out of their lives because they don't deserve to be in their lives. We cleaned up all of the dolls and put them back into the drawers that were built into my bed, Mom wanted to teach me how to be organized, for when I was older.
Dakota clapped her hands,
"So, what are we gonna play now ?" she asked
"Ummmm......I....I..don't..know..?" I said, attempting to think of a different game, but unable to due to how over happy I was that Dakota had even stayed in the same room as me, let alone my room.
I looked up at my window as a loud sound erupted from the other side. A car engine. Mom and Grandpa where home. My heart dropped. Dakota stood up.
"Well, I'm gonna go upstairs" she simply stated
"No ! Don't go ! You never play with me !" I whined as I felt my eyes get teary, the tears threatening to spill at any second, I started rapidly blinking. I didn't want to cry in front of Dakota. I'm told I'm a "sensitive/emotional" kid, but every time I cry Grandpa Herman yells at me, Mom comforts me sometimes, but usually yells at me, and Dakota will rather laugh or yell. So no way am I gonna let her see me cry.
"But I wanna talk to Mom" she slightly laughed
"Nooo ! You always talk to Mom ! You can talk to her late !" I attempt to reason
She continues walking
"W-We can play hide n seek ! Tag ? ISpy ?? ...We c-can even watch Family G-Guy if you want !" I begged, my voice breaking
She walked out and closed the door behind her.
And now I sit in my room. Alone. Again. She left me. Again. Just like Dad.
By, Emma Gerbrandt-Srigley
