Authors Note Thanks so much for reading this, I really appreciate it. Dont feel like you need to comment, but I would really love it if you could. This is the first fan fiction I,ve written and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Rose Alison Smith sat on the window seat in her parents room, watching her mother fold her own laundry. Wish she would do mine, thought
Rose solemnly. Instead of repeating this aloud though, the quiet 6 year old said, "Momma, are you happy that you had got me for a baby?"
Rose was hopeful that her mom would say Absolutely Rose, you're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. The answer she received was
dismaying."Not really, I mean I never really wanted to have a baby. I would have preferred just living with your dad the rest of my life." Rose's
heart felt like a dead weight in her chest. She raced to her room, biting back tears that threatened to spill out. She was blinded by sorrow and
continued running to her room, not seeing a thing. She crashed into her dad. "Rose, what's wrong," he asked, not sounding horribly concerned
about anything but being inconveniently slowed down my a clearly distressed little girl. "Nothing daddy, I love you." Her dad cocked his head at
this remark. "Right." he said and sped off down the hall, thinking he handled that little incident rather well. He doesn't love me back, thought Rose
sadly. Nobody loves me, they wish I wasn't here. They wish they'd never had a baby. I want a baby. I'll be a good mommy. Ill show them. She ran
into her room and threw herself onto the bed, depressed and wishing that she could just run away. Something was poking her ribs. She looked
down and saw that her whole bed was covered in clothes, books and toys. Claire's mom helps her clean up her room. Finally the floodgates
snapped and the waterworks started flowing full speed. Her parents felt miles away. And they practically were, in the mansion that the Smiths'
lived in. Rose fell asleep on her cluttered bed crying.