When I Was Ten and You Were Five
You got hurt a lot. Between you being extremely clumsy, Edward being so rough and Alice always trying to make you cry you were always bruised up. I was always worried on the days that Charlie picked you up after work when you had been hurt that he wasn't going to let you come back. But he always did. Esme was like a mother to you. She loved keeping you while Charlie worked. Rosie was your hero, Edward was your best friend, I was your protector and Alice was a major source of the need for protection. She was always trying to dress you up in her newest fashion creation and when you refused, and you always refused, she would push you or say mean things to you to make you cry. And Edward would try to beat her up for you while you came running to me for comfort. I think Alice resented you because she's the only one that didn't really have anything in common with you. You spent your days riding bikes with me and Edward, or painting with Rosie or cooking with Esme.
2 weeks before your 5th birthday Alice pushed you out of a tree and you broke your leg. So the trip to the amusement park that had been planned for months was cancelled. You felt bad for me and Edward so you tried to convince your dad and Charlie to take us anyways. Alice was grounded either way. Of course we didn't go. We spent your birthday watching your favorite movies and eating junk food.
The day you went to kindergarten was terrifying. Edward and I both went to the same school but it was so hard not knowing if you were OK all day. But you were fine. I think you were always stronger than any of gave you credit for. You were just so sweet and trusting. By the end of the day everyone was your friend. And you only tripped once.
Rosie had gone to college and Alice told you she abandoned you just like your mother had. We did everything we could to convince you otherwise. Rosie called you every day and sent letters to you at least once a week. You still didn't believe she was coming back until she actually came back for Christmas. And once Rosie came back you decided your mother must be coming back too. You were so sure she would be there for Christmas. When she didn't come you were heartbroken. For weeks you wouldn't play with me or Edward or cook with Esme. One day after school I asked you if you loved us. And you said yes except Alice because she pushes you and lies. I laughed and then told you that even though your mother leaving sucks we wouldn't know her if she hadn't. And you slowly came around. But you were always a little less trusting and a little more clingy.