Oh daddy dearest
I have two nannies, Isabel and Monica. Daddy said he was far too busy to look after a small child, and that your nannies would do a fine job of raising you. So he worked all day everyday till six o'clock. Then he'd cook me tea and give me a bath then a story before bed. Other than that I never see him and Isabel and Monica looked after me. Isabel was trying to dress me at the moment.
"Oh honey, come on!" Isabel shouted, holding up a pink dress. I was running around, naked apart from underwear and screaming for my daddy.
"No!" I shouted back, stomping my feet. "I want my daddy!" Isabel sighed.
"Oh Jade, honey. You know your daddy's not here. I'm ever so sorry." She wasn't sorry. She has a daddy that she sees all the time! I scowled at her and huffed. Then I saw Monica walk in.
"Monica!" I yelped in delight. I ran up to her and clung to her waist as she lifted me.
"Wow sweetie! Why aren't you dressed?" She asked as she whipped a black, my favorite color, dress over my head. "All better." She beamed looking at me.
I could see Isabel over Monica's shoulder. She was close to tears and her blonde hair was being scraped back by her hand. I reached a hand out and she came and took it, smiling. Isabel looked so young and small just then and I felt a teeny bit bad. A tear ran down her face and she quickly wiped it away.
"Why're you crying?" I asked my eyes wide.
"Go on into the kitchen, sweetie. Just sit down in there for a bit." Monica said. Isabel drew in a breath and nodded, trying to smile. It came out as more of a grimace. My brow creased and I looked very intrigued but Monica made me leave. I kissed Monica's cheek and gave a weak smile at Isabel. I didn't really pay much attention to Isabel. She, in my eyes is just a kid, too! So when she shouts at me I don't like it and shout back. I don't think she likes me because she cries when I'm mean and she never says I love you like Monica does. I went outside but I lingered by the door.
"I'm sorry, Monica, I just couldn't help it." She started, but I stopped listening. I heard the door. Daddy!
I ran to the door, skipping a few stairs and falling a bit but landing in daddy's arms. He scooped me up and gave me a kiss on the head.
"Hello, darling," He said, putting me down. We heard a glass smash and saw Monica run down the stairs.
"She jumped, Jacob!"