Little Problems

Chapter 10

Sang was drawing her Daddy a pretty picture. He was working at the moment (boo) in his office upstairs and she had been forbidden for entering during his 'working hours.' How annoying.

Owen had been giving Sang much more attention lately and she loved it. Though he still did a lot of work, Sang would no longer wake up alone or go to bed with no one but her stuffies. He set aside a few hours a day for him to do work and Sang suspected that he did it after she'd gone to bed too; she could always tell when he left her in the middle of the night. She was a very light sleeper.

"A little pony in the corner." Sang murmured to herself, adding a few finishing details to her masterpiece. She had almost finished it after having spent several tiring minutes on this beauty that had to be especially special because it was for her Daddy.

"Voila! C'est fini!" Sang kissed her fingers, putting down the crayon and picking up the paper so that she could admire her drawing properly. She used delicate fingers, ensuring that she didn't get any of her banana milk on the paper because she had no doubt Daddy would want to frame it on the fridge for everyone to see. Any person looks in the fridge when they go around a friend's house. It was only the sane thing to do.

Signing the drawing in the corner by colouring in her finger with a contraband marker (they were forbidden) and then stamping the corner with her thumbprint, Sang grabbed her present, and rushed to the stairs. Daddy was going to love this so much.

"Daddy, I've made you-" Sang froze on her way up the stairs, pouting suddenly as she realised her Daddy was still working. "Meany poop head." She muttered under her breath.

That was fine. She could stay away from Daddy for a little bit longer. That just meant she had to find something else very important for her to do.

Sang sat down slumped her way down the stairs, the carpeted surface rubbing on her bum uncomfortably. "Daddy's working on boring stuff, just my luck!" Sang sung, swinging her arms back and forth. "So I'll have to colour alone because we cannot-" "Colour together!" She giggled to herself, running into the hallway where she knew one of her pacifiers was hiding.

Humming the tune under her breath, Sang emptied out the box and grabbed the paci, shoving it in her mouth and sucking on it happily. Not bothering to tidy the mess up, Sang turned to walk back into the living room when the doorbell rang loudly.

She turned sharply, wondering if she should answer the door like a big girl. But she wasn't a big girl. But she's tall enough to answer the door. But it could be a kidnapper. But it could be Santa! Daddy would want to know.

Sang couldn't see a figure through the frosted glass of the front door, like she usually could when someone was stood there, so she knew it wasn't Santa. Damn. It could still be a ghost!

Feeling slightly guilty, she looked over her shoulder and bit her lip. "Daddy!" She whisper yelled, "Someone's at the door!" There was no reply. "Stay silent if you want me to be a Big Girl and answer it!" She waited for a few seconds. "Okay, if you insist."

Running towards the door, Sang threw it open, fully expecting a Ghost to be stood on her doorstep selling Girl Scout Cookies. Hell, she'd even settle for a kidnapper. Alas, tumbleweeds blew past the driveway as no one was stood there to entertain Sang. It was probably a good thing she wasn't kidnapped, but she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She had no one to entertain her now.

As Sang dropped her head in disappointment, she took notice of the parcel that was dropped on her doorstep, clearly labelled: Not for Sang. She'd told the company that was her name so Daddy wouldn't get suspicious. Genius.