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DADDY'S GIRL

When I was growing up,I always craved to express my words as I felt that moment.
One day,a girl came to one of my tea parties and she spilled hot cocoa all over my pretty pink dress. To stay the least I was enraged. When my father asked me what happened

Well....

Ten year old me told him that the passion burned me inside out. Stunned was an understatement going by my father and the girl's parent's looks.
It was an habit I couldn't stop. English had always been my rebound at any moment in life.But as I grew older I realized that our words destroyed us. Therapists say when you voice out what you are feeling you tend to feel better. It wasn't just the same in my world.

Words hurt people.

At least they hurt the girl at my tea party and made me feel horrible. So I learnt to bottle things up till they began to choke me at the neck. Then I would burst.
Unfortunately, the same thing applied for mother dearest and this was the one thing our alter egos agreed on.

Word is power.

And we loved power.

Thank goodness she put on waterproof mascara,her face would have turned to an epic fail. I was too stunned to react to the dress incident. To whoever did this a big thank you. I looked from face to face in the dressing room trying to decipher who I would extend my heart of gratitiude to but everyone was either shicked or sad.I think they were more sad that such an expensive dress was shredded than the shame of calling of the wedding.

As for me, I honestly didn't care and I made that crystal clear by walking out of the dressing room to go and ear the Scottish biscuits that had been been lying on a side stool for quite a while now.
"Sorry mother" I called out from the hallway."We would find another dress later maybe its just a sign this wedding isn't meant to be."

Not long after, I heard the annoying clicking of heels and my mother decided to grace me with her presence. "Louise Esmeraldine Fernel, you know better than to have an hand in this catastrophe, don't you?"

I giggled out a yes. It ws really difficult taking her serious. The tears sure did a number on her face. I took a long hard stare at her face or what remained of it. What kind of mother just threw her daughter to the wolves like that? Was there something wrong with me? Was I not good enough?
"So I heard what happened?Is everyone alright?"Dad quietly strolled accross the room to my end to feast on the scottish biscuits.

"Robert ,just take a good look at our daughter's dress. What are going to do? So much preparations have been put to place we can't just call off such a huge event."

"Everyone out!" All the maids and helpers scurried along till it remained grandma,mum,dad and of course me.

"Honey you are not saying anything."
My mother broke the silence had the tension began to build in the room.

"It would be better to call of the wedding. At least give the couple a chance to get to know each other better. We must all other understand that this is not just about the wedding. It's a life long commitment.For God sake ,they have only known each other for 8 months. Stop pressuring your daughter Marie."

Grandma made a thumbs up to him"I trained you well."

Mother began to wail uncontrollablely and in a fit of rage she lashed out "No one appreciates the effort I make around here."

"Sweetie,of course we appreciate your efforts. We are just telling you to take a break for a while and do something for yourself." Dad brushed us aside and went to cuddle his wife.

Eeewwwwwww
Why am I even staying for this?

Eeeeeew

Grosssss!!!!