| February 3, 2007 Page Two | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I couldn't look at her anymore, I was SO mad! Now it was all making sense...the new bigger dresser, the new bigger bed. Then Mae said, "Mommy, what did I do wrong? Dilly doesn't like me." You got that right, I thought. But Mommy said, "Oh Mae sweetie, Dilly will love you, that's just the way she is, she's a little sour pickle!." HAH! That was just too much... and what was this Mae supposed to be...a sweet pickle!? |
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| "Dilly, look what Mae brought for you all the way from South Korea. A cute little bunny, isn't that the sweetest thing." Mommy said. This was sickening! I didn't say anything, but couldn't Mommy tell that Mae was just trying to kiss my....butt! I started to feel really funny, like I could throw up, then my head started feeling really hot and I couldn't help it, it just happened.... |
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| I started kicking my legs and pounding my fists. "Send her back to Korea Mommy! And that dumb bunny, too!"..." I don't want a sister... I want bubblegum!" My hands were starting to hurt, but I couldn't stop. "I'm the baby, me..me...me!!! "Of course you're my baby, Dilly. You both are." Mommy said. After awhile I got tired and realized that I would just have to get used to Mae, but I didn't have to like her. |
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| I let Mae ride my horse so that Mommy could see that I could be sweet,too. Then Mommy smiled and left us alone for awhile. I started telling Mae how it worked around here..which side of the bed was mine...how she had to ask my permission to play with toys and how she could only have the clothes that I already wore. I told her about the FR girls and how nice they were and I was just about to tell her about Kyori when I had a great idea!..... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| "Do you wanna watch TV?" I asked her. "Sure!" she said. "Well, why don't we have some fun and really be sisters! Put on this pink wig and go down to the living room and turn on the TV. I'll be there in a coupla minutes." I told her. |
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