Disclaimer: I don't own RENT or Broken-Bee (Light Me)—that's owned by Mook. And for Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy…yeah they're not mine.
Tuesday November 7, 2007
Blaze and Bluebelle Ericcson—Blysse's parents—were talking with Roger and Mimi while Ellen napped and Blysse watched Elmo's World. Roger and Mimi were reflecting on last night.
"Blysse was, really loud. She woke us up a lot last night!" Mimi said.
"She needs to learn manners." Roger, the 46-year-old guitarist said making eye contact, "Like, like, like—" Bluebelle felt like she was going to cry. They don't know Blysse! The little girl she sees every day, messy blond hair and chocolate brown eyes everyday in the morning in between 6:42 to 8 sharp playing with her toys and laughing. Blysse truly carried bliss with her everywhere. And the diagnosing of autism in March 2006 just brightened the bliss. Every day, Blysse surprised them. They just didn't know what Blysse was going through because Pablo and Ellen are picture perfect little off springs, with no deeper problems. Blysse needed comforting, a lot. They're not used to children like Blysse. They don't understand her.
To Bluebelle and Blaze—Broken-Bee (Light Me) was more than a song to little Blysse. Within this year Blysse's dreams grew bigger, her imagination grew twice that size. In March, Blysse referred to Timon as a parent, by pretending to disobey him (if you have seen Lion King 1/2 aka Lion King 3, you'll understand that). And last September, 2-year-old Blysse went through an awkward phase when she referred to the timeless "rag dolly siblings" Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy as her mommy and daddy, after she watched it with her 4-year-old cousin Emily. Blaze and Bluebelle weren't upset by this at all. Blysse was growing and her thoughts and mind's eye was doing its best to keep up with all that. The worst they could do is break her down by correcting her. Maybe Broken-Bee (Light Me) calms her down and makes her feel like someone is watching over her when mommy and daddy aren't there? With Blysse's clever syndrome, there is just no telling what it might be.
"I'm mean look at Ellen." Roger said, Bluebelle's eyes overflowing with tears of anger. "She is—" Bluebelle cut him off with a storm.
"Ellen is 3-months-old. Blysse is 3-YEARS-old. There is no more to Ellen than: sleeping, pooping, peeing and CRYING!" Ellen's cry filled the room. Mimi sighed and went to see the baby. "Blysse has more to her with her age and autism. But it is beautiful to see here grow like this. Surprising us with Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy. I mean, if you can't stand her than maybe you shouldn't see her anymore!" She walked out, picked up Blysse and the small family left without another word.