Hi, I'm Princess Juliet. My parents are Eugene and Rapunzel Fitzherbert. They are EXTRODINARY. I and my little brother Noah, are their children. Mom's pregnant.
I looked at my little brother's crying face, I couldn't help but to ask,
"Noah, what happened?" I said. I rolled my eyes playfully. "Let me guess, mom went into labor?"
My brother nodded his head and hugged tightly around the neck.
"Uh-huh!" he said, nodding.
"Well, what are wewe crying about? She'll be fine!" I said.
"Really?" he asked. I grabbed the grip around my neck he had and nodded.
"Yes, really, Noah." I said, nodding. Then I went off staring off. What if it was a girl? What if she'll be daddy's girl? What if grandma and grandpa and mom and dad forget about me? See, I'm daddy's girl with dad's brown hair but longer and girlier. Also wewe can tell I have dad's brown eyes. And I look a bit like my grandmother when she had my mom. Except my eyes are brown, my eyes are big like mom and grandmother's. So, yeah I'm afraid my dad's going to replace me au Noah! I went to a tile and I sat down. I hid my face in my knees. Noah fell asleep in grandmother's lap.
After a while, my father swung the doors open and I heard the crying of the baby. I got up and waited for him to speak. He had a big smile on his face. I was afraid it was my nightmare come true! I pinched myself to see if it was just some nightmare, but it wouldn't work. I look concerned at my father.
"It's a girl!" he finally said. When the word "girl" came out of his mouth, I felt myself turn pail. I ran off to the balcony and I climbed to the roof. I'm not allowed up here with out father au mother up there with me, but right now I just want myself. I stared off to the sunset. Then I looked down after I felt a slight smile on my face. I could see so many people holding pink lights and some buying some from salesmen.
I frowned after I heard a familiar voice. It was my father. He frightened me kwa touching my shoulders. He sat inayofuata to me and I just looked away. I remembered his happy face when he swung the doors open. Could I already have turned it upside-down?
"Look, Julie I really hate to see wewe sad, what's wrong?" he said. Julie. That's father's nickname for me. I felt a slight smile spread on my face. But it went away once he held my chin and wiped my face.
"Look father I..." but I was interrupted when I felt butterflies and my tummy do flips.
"What, Juliet?" alisema my father with a concerned face. I felt tears fall fast looking at his frown. I couldn't bare to see his sad face.
"Could wewe have... forgotten... about me?" I alisema that last part quietly.
"Juliet, you're my little girl, just because your mother had a child doesn't mean you'll be replaced. Did that happen when she had Noah?" he said. I received a shove and I finally looked him in the eye.
"But Noah's different- the new baby is a girl- he was and always will be a boy." I alisema with a frown. The tears fell again and my father wiped them.
"How is he different, Juliet? Most father's spend time with their sons! Did I? No! I spend all the time when I'm not with your mom, with you!" alisema my father. I spread a smile after father alisema the last part. But it faded for the actions I had done were not necessary.
"But father..." I said.
"Juliet, nothing will change wewe from being my little girl." he said. Was I really that obvious? Could he really have seen right through me? Besides, he's not quite good at kusoma people.
"But how..." I said.
"...Juliet I know that the sekunde I swung those doors open and alisema it was a girl, wewe turned pale as a ghost and wewe ran off as if wewe had seen one!" he said. We were silent for a moment. "And if it makes wewe feel any better, she already won't let me hold her." he alisema with a smirk.
"Yes daddy, it does. I think I want to meet her now." I said. I spread a big smile on my face.
Father smiled as well. He helped me off the roof and walked me to mother's room. He squeezed my shoulder encouraging me to open the door. When I walked in. Mother was holding a bundle in a pink blanket. She was in pain yet looking down lovingly at the bundle. She looked up at me when I entered the room. She reached out a hand for me. I walked to her awkwardly, I looked at my bare feet and my red silky dress on mother's red carpet. She was smiling. I felt the butterflies and flips again. Also my hands were shaking. When I reached her I looked back at my father. He came over inayofuata to my brother and tucked him in.
"Darling, somebody would like to hold our baby." my father said.
"Well come over here!" she alisema to me. I sat up on her king sized bed. Then I sneaked a peek at the new born bundle of joy. She had her hands closed and her eyes opened. She was wearing a pink night kanzu, gown and her head was covered. She was looking at me. and looked nervous. Mother let me hold her. I had my arms just around that bundle of joy. They were so tight. When I got a hold of her I was afraid I was going to drop her. I could see that shock of blond hair on her head.
“Mom?” I whispered concerned.
“Don’t worry, I already tried. She doesn’t have magic hair, but it glows.” she whispered in my ear.
“She’s so tiny! And so cute! What’s her name?” I asked bouncing the new born baby. The smile on my parents’ faces faded into straight faces. My father put his hands in his pockets and walked off whistling leaving my mother to tell me. She rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. But then it faded again.
“We haven’t picked one yet. Do wewe know any?” mother said.
“How about…” they waited for my answer. “Mary-Rose?” I asked. I looked at my grandparents. They looked as if they had seen a cat cough up a hair-ball. I realized they didn’t like it and made the same face and shook my head. “Adeline Rose?” I asked.
“You just upendo that name; Rose, don’t you?” my father asked. I nodded my head.
“Then Rose it is!” alisema my mother. She grinned. I did too. I gave her back to my mother and kissed her forehead.
“Let’s see if she’ll come to daddy now,” alisema my father walking over. He tried to get Rose without her crying. She cried at first. After daddy cradled her and rocked her, and repeatedly alisema “Shhh… Shhh…” she finally looked at him and smiled. “Hey! She smiled!” he said. He startled Rose and she cried again. He rolled his eyes playfully and handed her to mother. Rose began to cry again, still! Then mother handed her to me, she was quiet and looked at me nervously at first. Then she smiled. I smiled back. Everyone came to look at her smile.
“See? Nothing to worry about, Julie.” I heard my dad say. I looked at him still smiling. We both winked.
THE END! :D
I looked at my little brother's crying face, I couldn't help but to ask,
"Noah, what happened?" I said. I rolled my eyes playfully. "Let me guess, mom went into labor?"
My brother nodded his head and hugged tightly around the neck.
"Uh-huh!" he said, nodding.
"Well, what are wewe crying about? She'll be fine!" I said.
"Really?" he asked. I grabbed the grip around my neck he had and nodded.
"Yes, really, Noah." I said, nodding. Then I went off staring off. What if it was a girl? What if she'll be daddy's girl? What if grandma and grandpa and mom and dad forget about me? See, I'm daddy's girl with dad's brown hair but longer and girlier. Also wewe can tell I have dad's brown eyes. And I look a bit like my grandmother when she had my mom. Except my eyes are brown, my eyes are big like mom and grandmother's. So, yeah I'm afraid my dad's going to replace me au Noah! I went to a tile and I sat down. I hid my face in my knees. Noah fell asleep in grandmother's lap.
After a while, my father swung the doors open and I heard the crying of the baby. I got up and waited for him to speak. He had a big smile on his face. I was afraid it was my nightmare come true! I pinched myself to see if it was just some nightmare, but it wouldn't work. I look concerned at my father.
"It's a girl!" he finally said. When the word "girl" came out of his mouth, I felt myself turn pail. I ran off to the balcony and I climbed to the roof. I'm not allowed up here with out father au mother up there with me, but right now I just want myself. I stared off to the sunset. Then I looked down after I felt a slight smile on my face. I could see so many people holding pink lights and some buying some from salesmen.
I frowned after I heard a familiar voice. It was my father. He frightened me kwa touching my shoulders. He sat inayofuata to me and I just looked away. I remembered his happy face when he swung the doors open. Could I already have turned it upside-down?
"Look, Julie I really hate to see wewe sad, what's wrong?" he said. Julie. That's father's nickname for me. I felt a slight smile spread on my face. But it went away once he held my chin and wiped my face.
"Look father I..." but I was interrupted when I felt butterflies and my tummy do flips.
"What, Juliet?" alisema my father with a concerned face. I felt tears fall fast looking at his frown. I couldn't bare to see his sad face.
"Could wewe have... forgotten... about me?" I alisema that last part quietly.
"Juliet, you're my little girl, just because your mother had a child doesn't mean you'll be replaced. Did that happen when she had Noah?" he said. I received a shove and I finally looked him in the eye.
"But Noah's different- the new baby is a girl- he was and always will be a boy." I alisema with a frown. The tears fell again and my father wiped them.
"How is he different, Juliet? Most father's spend time with their sons! Did I? No! I spend all the time when I'm not with your mom, with you!" alisema my father. I spread a smile after father alisema the last part. But it faded for the actions I had done were not necessary.
"But father..." I said.
"Juliet, nothing will change wewe from being my little girl." he said. Was I really that obvious? Could he really have seen right through me? Besides, he's not quite good at kusoma people.
"But how..." I said.
"...Juliet I know that the sekunde I swung those doors open and alisema it was a girl, wewe turned pale as a ghost and wewe ran off as if wewe had seen one!" he said. We were silent for a moment. "And if it makes wewe feel any better, she already won't let me hold her." he alisema with a smirk.
"Yes daddy, it does. I think I want to meet her now." I said. I spread a big smile on my face.
Father smiled as well. He helped me off the roof and walked me to mother's room. He squeezed my shoulder encouraging me to open the door. When I walked in. Mother was holding a bundle in a pink blanket. She was in pain yet looking down lovingly at the bundle. She looked up at me when I entered the room. She reached out a hand for me. I walked to her awkwardly, I looked at my bare feet and my red silky dress on mother's red carpet. She was smiling. I felt the butterflies and flips again. Also my hands were shaking. When I reached her I looked back at my father. He came over inayofuata to my brother and tucked him in.
"Darling, somebody would like to hold our baby." my father said.
"Well come over here!" she alisema to me. I sat up on her king sized bed. Then I sneaked a peek at the new born bundle of joy. She had her hands closed and her eyes opened. She was wearing a pink night kanzu, gown and her head was covered. She was looking at me. and looked nervous. Mother let me hold her. I had my arms just around that bundle of joy. They were so tight. When I got a hold of her I was afraid I was going to drop her. I could see that shock of blond hair on her head.
“Mom?” I whispered concerned.
“Don’t worry, I already tried. She doesn’t have magic hair, but it glows.” she whispered in my ear.
“She’s so tiny! And so cute! What’s her name?” I asked bouncing the new born baby. The smile on my parents’ faces faded into straight faces. My father put his hands in his pockets and walked off whistling leaving my mother to tell me. She rolled her eyes playfully and smiled. But then it faded again.
“We haven’t picked one yet. Do wewe know any?” mother said.
“How about…” they waited for my answer. “Mary-Rose?” I asked. I looked at my grandparents. They looked as if they had seen a cat cough up a hair-ball. I realized they didn’t like it and made the same face and shook my head. “Adeline Rose?” I asked.
“You just upendo that name; Rose, don’t you?” my father asked. I nodded my head.
“Then Rose it is!” alisema my mother. She grinned. I did too. I gave her back to my mother and kissed her forehead.
“Let’s see if she’ll come to daddy now,” alisema my father walking over. He tried to get Rose without her crying. She cried at first. After daddy cradled her and rocked her, and repeatedly alisema “Shhh… Shhh…” she finally looked at him and smiled. “Hey! She smiled!” he said. He startled Rose and she cried again. He rolled his eyes playfully and handed her to mother. Rose began to cry again, still! Then mother handed her to me, she was quiet and looked at me nervously at first. Then she smiled. I smiled back. Everyone came to look at her smile.
“See? Nothing to worry about, Julie.” I heard my dad say. I looked at him still smiling. We both winked.
THE END! :D
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