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I pulled up my skirt and clasped it around my waist. I tried to walk and had limit leg movement. You're lucky I'm doin' this for ya dad. I wo'd never've do this for nobody else. I thought silently to myself. I tied one bow around my neck, then ran a ribbon through my hair.
The bustier I had planned on wearing was too small so I used my cincher. I pulled my stockings tight and slipped on my ballet flats. Green and white, with slight red. Perfec.
I left my room and walked towards the grand stairway, leading from my floor to the grand living room, three floors down. This is the year da, ya getting to see me in ma very happest.
I saw our tree, under it sat verious presents... and my cat? Silly cat, ya so silly. He started climbin, then when he got to nearly the top, he sat down and meowed.
I wasn't sure if it was a triumpant meow or a scared one. He started survaing every thing, deffently triumpant. I saw my mother sitting primly on the side of our couch. I called to her, "Mam, look at ma! Look how pretty I look! Just for dad!"
Eight years of da just staying at work for Christmas, I finally broke down cryin' in front'o' him last year and told him I wanted him here when I opened his gifts. He held ma tight and told ma he wouldn't missed it for the life'o' him.
My mom smiled at me and motioned for me to sit next to her. On Christmas Eve he'ed never've been here, but maybe. I could only see my mom, until I entered.
Course he wouldn't've been 'ere, but complet strangers? I felt completly self secure when I saw the three young men and a girl my age. I pro-bley looked goof to 'em.
"This is my daughter Ana. Say hello Ana." Sometimes my mom's 'normal' accent drives me crazed. "Hello, nice to met cha." The girl giggled, I bet my mam just about died. I sat down next to my mom and waited for an introduction. "Ana, this is Alex Jefferson, his brother Micheal Jefferson, their friend James Somson. This here," pointin' to pretty lil' blond stuff, "is James's Daughter, Samantha."
I stared at my mam, wonderin' why they were 'ere. "Your father sent them in his stead because his office held him late. Isn't that nice." I 'lieve I was smilin' before she said office. When she said that I think my face went blank 'cause I saw blondie' go smilin' away. "Fantastics. At least he's a thinkin' ahead for his family."
Not shure if my voice cracked, bet it did. My mom called a maid to come usher me and Sama' away.
As soon as we were in the dining room Sama' burst out laughin'. "What a funny accent! You sound like you have never read a grammer book!" Fun gerl. "Thank a ya, but I wouldn't a be talkin' if I were you. Sama'." She stopped laughing for a moment. "Ha, think what you want." She sat down in a large chair and started to giggle. "My mam died last year, and Alex and Micheal are my dad's best friends, they didn't have anywhere to go this year, and since your dad couldn't come, he sent us. My brother and Alex's twins are coming tomorrow."
"Nice." I started to walk away. She got up an' followed me. Slightly irritatin', but not much, I went up the stairs an' onto the second floor so I could go to the Library.
Un-consciously I said, "Librara." When I got there, she giggled and repeated me, he accent was insultin'. Thats how et went the rest of the night until we went to sleep, the next day was way more "fun".
I woke up completly happy, I had compleetly fo-gottan about the monsters in the guest rooms. I dressed in a free flowin' skirt, instead of the pencil one. It was a little shorta, but I can do that, because I'm me.
Ya.
I woke up at six and walked down the stairs. I love Christmas mourning, because Jesus sat in his mam's belly right now, bumping along the dusty ol' trail to Bethleham. I sit down and flip on our chrismas tree, It's still dark out, an' I can tell snow is drifin' down from the sky. Since it's fake, I make it glow, and spin. Presents sit al' over the floor, most for Sama'. Some for boys I dun know.
I guess I got up earlie than I though 'cause I fell'o' sleep. Our butler woke me up before everyone cam' down the stairs. I smiled at him and pulled a little box out'o' my skirt.
He smiled nicely and opened it. Inside was a bright little rose, made out o' crystal. I thought he'd like it, 'cause his wife was named Rose. I had it engraved. I loved his wife, she was a great cook, and a second mam. He started to cry and I hugged him and cried with him. Then everyone else started comin' down the stairs so I had to sit still, an' he had to get ta work.
"Thank you." He whispered and slipped it into the box and back into his pocket.
Didn't take lon' for the two other boys to come, they were 12, just like me. Both dotted around me like Sama' didn't excist, I thought it was funny. Sama' got very mad. When we opened our presents, I wanted to go. It was just like every other year, except this year instead of ma dad not bein' here, he sent strangers.
I was still happy for all the sheet music I got for the piana, but I missed ma da.
My toes kept going nump. But that wasn't the even worst.
Ya see, I'm adopted, but at a very young age, how do I have an accent ya ask? My nanny was southern, and she was the one there all ta time when I was little, I started ta talk like 'er and it stuck, I was also a New Orleans child.
Ma toes went nump and then ma mom led us into ta den an' turned on the TV. She got on the inernet and then there was Da! Apperentla 'e could see us all! I smiled birghtly and he looked happy, but then he asked a questin that made me start to ball.
"Where is Samantha, I don't see her." Tears started to come down my face, maybe 'e couldn't see ma? "I steped closer to the TV, he still didn't regard me. "Maria, where is Samantha, she is supposed to be here when I showed up." I started to cry, I was pretty darn shore he could 'ear me. I ran away on up to the second floor of the Libray and snuggled into the little area full of blankets and pillows.
Every moment I lay there, I kept telling myself, "All I wannet was to be a family, all I wanted was Da ta be 'ere." I kept crying.
When I heard the door open, I pulsed and moved farther into the pillows. "Ana," I heard ma mam say, "Ana, why'd you run off." I sat up and looked at her, my brown hair everywhere and my slight makeup stained to ma face. "All I wanted, Mam, was for Da to be 'ere for Christmas. So we coud be a familey like babey Jesus. He don't even care that he broke his promise ta me."
Then my mam did something out 'o' character.
"Oh baby I know he hurt you," I looked at her silently, she tried to pull me close, " he didn't mean to, he just thought Samantha would like to see her Mother, he found some things at his office about her."
I kept cryin'.
"That dun say aneh thin'. He's ma Da, 'e's supposed to want to see ma first." She stroked my hair. "He thought you would be to mad to talk to him, baby, Samantha lost her real parents too, her new 'mam' just died last year. Try to understand. Your father likes to make unhappy children happier."
"What about me?"
"You notice non of the presents you opened were from me or your father? He was going to have a Christmas with you later this month."
"Really?"
"Of course dearest."
'Course that didn't stop ma cryin'. When he cam home from work, we did have a Christmas, and he hugged me and say he wa' sorry for 'urtin' me. I said I forgave him. Just like baby Jesus.
Sama' had run away, too. She had started ballin' just like ma, because her ma was dead, she had already had two mams, and another one on the way. She kept telling me she held it in until Christmas or when her da brought home his lady friends.
I found out she was one year olda than ma, and we became friends. She never visits because almost right afta that she left for Minosota, and never came back, but 'er da visits every Christmas anymore. I'm near movin' to Minisota. Yet I did cry.
Poor man never wanted to se' a girl agan. He kept huggin' me saying I looked like 'is Melissa.
I guess being an orphan for awhile takes a toll on the weak. Ma da adoptd two other babies, but they didn't stay for long. I tol' my mam that I was death prone, but she just said et was ma resolution and et woud all smooth out. She kept ma home forever after that, but then, I didn't stay very long. I floated off into the sky. Just like Jesus, but instead I didn't come back to life. Of course, this all happened around my very favorite time, Christmas.
 S P I C E Y Y · Fri Dec 04, 2009 @ 02:39am · 0 Comments |
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