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"Mom!" lhind yelled from her bedroom. "Where is my sparkly
pink brush?"
"lhind, I don't know, go ask your sisters,"
I called back trying to get Bryan into his highchair and feed him.
'Shyla probably stole it again!" she screamed
and I could hear her walking down the hall to Shlya's room. Ten minutes later
lhind came downstairs holding the brush. "Well, where was it?" I asked.
"Shyla had it, again!" lhind cried. "I really
wish she would stop stealing my things!"
"Then keep it in your room or hide it so she
can't get to it," I answered spooning baby food into Bryan's mouth. "Where is
Marigold? I haven't seen her all morning"
"Dancing, in the gymnastics room, I think she
has a competition coming up soon," Shyla announced.
"That's right, she does. Well call her down
here, her breakfast is going to get cold," I said laying hot cakes, bacon and
omelettes on the table.
"No, lhind you do it," Shyla said.
"I'm hungry, I don't know where the dance room
is anyway," lhind said winking.
"Yes you do!" Shyla smiled back.
"Forget it," I said. "I'll get her, just watch
Bryan for a sec."
I walked up the stairs and opened the Gymnastics
room door. Marigold had on dance music and was stretching on one of the many
bamboo mats scattered in the room. "Marigold, you finished? Come on down for
breakfast." I said slowly.
"Okay, hang on, I need to stretch. I'll be down
in a minute," she said, going into the splits and extending her arms in the
middle.
"Okay, well hurry up," I said wincing and walked
back downstairs. Suddenly I heard a heart-stopping scream and the sound of shattering
glass. I ran downstairs as fast as possible and stopped at the door. Shyla,
was holding the cereal bowl which once had cereal in it but it was now dumped
on the floor. Milk was everywhere and several broken glasses were lying on the
floor shattered in a million pieces. lhind was holding Bryan in her arms and
was in the corner of the kitchen pressed against the wall.
"What is going on?" I said trying not to loose
my temper.
"lhind had the last bowl of NeoCrunch and I
wanted some," Shyla started. "I wanted it more so I grabbed it and I accidentally
hit some glasses and the cereal fell over the floor.
"No!" lhind cried. "You had a fit and started
throwing things. We could have gotten more you know!"
"lhind, calm down. It was an accident. Shyla
it's okay, I'll clean this up. Go wash yourself up. It's okay," I said soothingly.
lhind looked furious and handed Bryan to me and stalked out holding her head
in the air.
"lhind, stop," I said. "I know, your telling
the truth, but Shyla- well she's younger and I don't want to hurt her feelings."
"Whatever, yeah, I don't care! So you can hurt
my feelings! Shyla is little, is that best excuse you can come up with?" She
said icily and ran upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.
I sighed and put Bryan into his crib in the
living room beside the kitchen and began to sweep up and pick up all the cereal.
After about 45 minutes of hard work the kitchen was clean again. I picked up
Bryan and brought him upstairs for a nap. I walked over to lhind's room and
opened the door slowly. She wasn't there. I headed into Shyla's room and heard
lhind's voice trailing off. I walked over to Shyla's room and stopped dead.
"Yeah, and you were there in the pound, a sorry
little helpless Shoyru with no friends. You are pound trash and milkmoocow felt
sorry for you and changed you into a Cybunny. You don't belong in this family,
go back to the pound!" lhind screamed.
I quickly walked past Shyla's room and into
the gymnastics room and saw Marigold doing a complicated yoga workout.
"Mar, come on down for breakfast," I said quickly
"What? Oh yeah… breakfast, okay. Was someone screaming or did I imagine it?"
she asked standing up.
"Yes, Shyla broke something. It's over now,"
I said quietly. "Come on down, everyone else has eaten."
"Why doesn't that surprise me," she said smiling.
"Shyla breaks everything she touches. She can't
hold a cup without dropping it, she bumps into everything, she ruins new clothes
within minutes of having them on and if you doesn't get her way-
"I know," I said quietly but I do love her and
she is younger so try not to upset her."
"Oh, so is she like a princess in this house?"
Marigold snapped in a tone she usually never spoke in.
"No, but she is very sensitive-
"SO? She still doesn't deserve special treatment!"
Marigold said and stormed out of the room.
What did I do now? The next day lhind was still
grumpy and Marigold wasn't even looking at me. Shyla seemed her happy self again
though. I still hadn't forgotten what lhind said to Shyla but I assumed she
had forgotten it already.
"Alright, I'm going to the store," I announced
after breakfast. "Anyone need anything?"
"Yeah, I do!" lhind said quickly and handed
me a long list full of cosmetics and clothing items.
"You do not need all of this," I said giving
it back to her.
"Yes I do!" she cried.
I went to run my errands with Bryan and had
a number of people come up to me and tell me how cute he was; as usual. My little
baby Gelert was adorable. About two hours later I came home and it seemed quiet;
too quiet. I walked upstairs and went into Shyla's room. I opened the door quickly
and saw lhind and Marigold standing up and Shyla on her bed crying.
"Yeah, so why don't you just run away, nobody
wants you!" Marigold said coldly. Marigold? Being mean? Something wasn't right!
"Yup! Your stupid and you don't belong, go back
to the pound!"
"lhind!" I said sharply, "What do you think
you are doing?"
"Nothing, I was just leaving," she sneered and
walked out of the room with Marigold at her heels. I sighed and went over to
Shyla.
"Shy? I want to talk to you," I said.
"Is it true? Am I really from the pound?" she
asked.
"Yes you are. You were so young no wonder you
don't remember. Only an hour old. I wanted a Cybunny so bad, so I went to the
pound to get a pet I could turn into one. I saw you there in that cage and knew
that you were special."
"So what! lhind and Marigold said I don't belong
in this family anyway, why don't you just send me back?" she asked stubbornly.
"Because I love you just as much as lhind, Marigold
and Bryan. You mean everything to me. I know you have your moments but everyone
does. I love you, never forget that," I said
I leaned over and hugged her with tears rolling
down my cheeks. "I'll love you no matter what and you are never going back to
the pound."
"Thanks mom," she said smiling and lifting up
her head. "I love you too."
The End
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