Memories

Chapter 1 - Kayla

"Kayla! Kayla!" a voice called to her.

"Yes mother?" the little girl responded.

"Could you please come and watch over your sisters for a second? I just need to get something." Kayla's mother said running out of the room.

Kayla was about seven and her two sisters were three. They were in their room, playing with their toys. "Hey you two," Kayla said walking in.

"Hi Kayla!" Irene said turning to face her.

"Hello Kayla!" Selen said getting up to hug her.

"What are you two up to?" Kayla asked seeing nothing but a mess like in her room.

"We are playing! Want to join?" Irene said, handing Kayla a doll.

"Sure!" Kayla said taking it from her pudgy little hand.

The three of them sat and played with their dolls for hours, Kayla never realized that her mother had never returned for a long time.

"Irene, Selen, time for a bath." Their mother said walking into the room

Selen was the first to leave. Five minutes later, she was back and lay down to have a nap. Irene put up a protest, not willing to go. "Irene," her mother said strictly.

Stomping all of the way, Irene made her way into the bathroom.

Kayla went into her room, and started to draw on the paper. A click came from out side the door, and then another.

"Daddy!" Kayla said, as she charged towards him.

"Hi Pumpkin! How was your day?" the man asked.

"Fun!" Kayla said back.

"Well, what did you do?" he asked.

"The teacher took us outside to study flowers. I caught a grasshopper and put it on Lindsey's head, but it jumped off before he noticed." Kayla chattered, as her father carried her into the main room.

"Silly. Next time, leave the grasshoppers on the ground. Okay!" he said and Kayla nodded.

"Irene! Irene, come back here!" they heard the mother yell, then a small, butt-naked three year old came streaking from the direction of the bathroom. She was sopping wet, and when she grabbed her father's leg, it got the leg all wet.

The mother appeared at the doorway, hands on her hips. "Irene, come here! You can see Daddy in a minute. NOW!" she ordered, taking a step nearer to the little girl.

"Irene, listen to your Mother." He added.

"I'm clean already! I don't need to finish my bath." Irene tried to argue, and that argument was met with a whack on the derriere from her mother.

"NOW!" she ordered again.

With a pout, Irene let go of her father's leg and stomped back to the bathroom.

"Have fun!" he called to his wife, who had fallowed Irene into the bathroom.

"Hush up!" she called back.

Her father laughed as he put her down, Kayla ran off to finish her picture that she was busily drawing and colouring. After a half an hour, Kayla heard her father call to her.

"Kayla, it's time for bed. You don't want to be late tomorrow!" her father called rising from the couch. The mother watched as the two chattered about the next day.

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"Kayla, come on! If you don't hurry, I'll leave you!" her father called.

"Coming Daddy!" Kayla yelled back, stuffing her picture into her bag, and ran out to meet him.