Bittersweet
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Ella was not considered by many to be particularly bright, that is not to say that she was dumb but rather that with her cheerfully wandering disposition she gave the impression that abstract concepts were not her forte that she belonged in a wonderful world of tea parties , dress-up, and play acting. Perhaps that is why people were slightly more attentive to her during the wake and funereal because in a strange and inexplicable manner they felt that she had been cheated more than her siblings.
After all Wade was older and he had in some respect other close relatives, Bonnie still had her Father but poor little Ella she was now left with only an odd assortment of relatives and friends. In the last few days she had seen and talked to more people than she thought possible and while she never claimed to possess ability to read people's mind, but she was old enough to understand the sympathetic and pitiful glances people gave her, and she being her Mother's child knew she did not want people looking at her like that.
The flurry of activity of last week had passed in with an unusual slowness and she found that she was tired of the wide array of social customs that genteel society demanded be fulfilled. She was tired of the quiet voices people used around her mistakenly thinking speaking in a normal tone would somehow be too much for her to take. Ella was simply more exhausted than she could ever remember and the only thing she wanted was to escape to her safety of her room. The green princess room her Mother had helped her decorate. The room that contained a smaller replica of her mother's vanity table, and …
The sound of her stepfather's sobbing disturbed her wandering thoughts, and the sight proved too much for the little girl she found herself sobbing in her Aunt's arms gripping tighter than she knew was necessary so that she could somehow keep her from leaving too. She lifted her eyes only once to look at her brother and without a word being spoken they both voiced the same accusation at their estranged stepfather. "If you loved her so much why did you leave her? Why did you leave us?"
To all the people who reviewed thank you.
Shortly after I started writing this fanfic why grandfather was diagnosed with cancer he passed away shortly after the second chapter hit a little too close to home. I decided to start up again. Can't promise I'll finish but I have to say it's very therapeutic.
