A/N: I wanted a drabble to touch on Izzie's optimism and her the fact that she's almost unnaturally trusting. It somehow turned into a drabble about her childhood. Hmm.
Oh, by the way: if you're following Sweet Baby, be ready. The new chapter is coming.
At six o'clock, Isobel sticks seven pink candles on a pink cake. She places a plastic tiara on her head. Her mother would be getting home soon, and they would have a party.
At nine o'clock, Isobel starts to get antsy, as little girls do when waiting to start a celebration. But it's alright, because she's sure that her mother has just stopped to get ice cream.
At midnight, the door opens and yellow light spills onto the linoleum.
"Mama!"
"Not tonight, Cricket."
"But..."
"Not tonight."
Isobel nods and removes her tiara. They'll have the party tomorrow, she's sure.