I woke up to birds chirping and the sun shining through my window. I slumped down the stairs for "breakfast".
"Eggs and toast?", my mom asks hopefully.
Let me tell you about my mom, she is one of those people who will put her needs behind everyone else's. She is the angel, the huge do gooder. Her mom-ness shinges above all. Yada, yada, all that. She has brown wavy-ish hair, green turtle shell glasses, and brown eyes.
Anyway, I replied with a shrug, we both knew that I wasn't going to eat, only pick at my food in order to not get the "breakfast is the most important meal of the day" lecture. Somtimes I wonder if mothers just gave that speech in order to annoy children into eating. My little sister ruined my train of thought.
She pranced down the stairs in a hot pink tutu and a baby blue t-shirt with green rhinestones at the neckline. She also wore a cheetah print scarf with even more sparkles. On top of that she had a tiara in her mess of blonde hair and a fairy wand. She was four and had recently begun dressing herself, as you can probably tell she still needed some assistance.
"What do you want for breakfast princess?" My mom asked Mindi, short for Mirindia.
Being the four year old that she is, she answered "Ice cream!!"
"Not today princess, look how hiper you are and it is barly eight o'clock in the morning."
She eventually settled for cereal, much to her attempt to include suger in her cereal.
After breakfast, she followed me outside. "Why are you so swad Raywin" she asked in her little kid voice.
"Nothing" I answered.
"Are you sad about Gwandpwa?"
She was only three when he died, she would never fully understand our connection and how much I miss him.
"Yeah Mindi, I am."
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Raylin Grace
Novela JuvenilThey told me to write letters to him, open up to someone I trust, and even to talk to myself aloud to him. but nothing the counselors said worked, at least I don't think they would work. I didn't try. Maybe because I just didn't want to believe th...
