Little A stayed on her bed, coughing and wailing. She was really sick and her nose reddened the more. "Mommy am I gonna die?"she says sniffing as she cleans her tears. "No baby, you're not" I move towards her and hug her. "Mommy please call Angie. I wanna see her" "Alright dear"I sigh as I move to get Angie. "Angie!" "Yes Esmeralda" "Little A wants to see you" "Alright"she says and drops the dolls in her hands. I wonder why I bought them in the first place. "Hurry, geez! you're too slow"I push her forward making her trip but not to make her fall. "Sorry" "Urgh!" I push past her and make my way to Little A's room. "Little A!" I call as I was about entering. "Angie's..." But I didn't get to finish my sentence. Little A was sprawled on the floor, her chest rising and falling slowly. "My God! Little A!"I scream as I shake her vigorously. "Please wake up dear"I sob. "Mommy's here"but she didn't wake up. Her heart beat was slowing down. "Little A?" Angie comes closer to us. "Get away from her!" I push her back. "M-mom" "It's your fault she's like this. If I hadn't gone to call you none of this would have happened" "But I didn't do anything. Mom I just wanted to know how little A was doing" "I am not your mother!" I scream as tears trail down my cheeks. "Get out" "Mom..." "OUT!!" She moves out her head hung down. I look back at little A with more tears pouring down my cheeks. I should have never gone to call her. She is NOT my daughter. She's cursed,I know she is. Ever since she came to my life I've had nothing but regret and suffering. Yup! I always knew it... SHE. IS. A. CURSE.... ××××××××××××××××All Rights Reserved