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Post by Kayla Slater on Apr 2, 2009 8:59:58 GMT -6
I will post all of Kayla's wonderful life here. ;D |
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Post by Kayla Slater on Apr 7, 2009 17:38:32 GMT -6
5 Years Young
There was a new maid. One that the little girl hadn't seen before. Her aqua blue eyes grew round and wide. Where was Maria, her other maid? The one that told her stories and kissed her finger when she a cut it, the one that tucked her in at night and checked for monsters under her bed. Tears stung her eyes. Why did all her maids leave? What had she done to make them leave? Was it a sort of punishment? She had stolen a cookie from the counter, and now everyone she was close to was abandoning her?
"You must be Kyla," the maid smiled, after seeing the little child standing near the doorway.
It's Kayla, she wanted to shout. She wanted to scream and have a tantrum and cry. Kayla wanted to run and hide and get Maria back. But she had learned, all too well, that showing weakness in front of her parents was not an option. She didn't cry. She didn't whine. That was the end of that. So when the new maid walked over and scooped her up and placed her in her bed, she'd settled against the pillows and remained silent. There was no night-light, no story, no tucking in. Just darkness. Kayla buried her head under the covers and tried to sleep.
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