this can't be happening. I walked back and forth as I try to comprehend what had just happened a few moments ago.
"m-my lady," I hear the brunette whisper. Clara wad it?
"how old am I?" I ask her, she stared at me sympathetically. Why was she staring at me like that?
"you are 10 years old ny lady." she answered quietly. My eyes widened. What? But I'm 15 years old.
I hummed, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I try to make sense of what was happening right now.
My 'parents' are currently outside my bedroom talking to a doctor and a priest. Why were they talking to a priest?
I have a lot of questions right now, and mt brain is still loading all of these information.
"I really..." I whispered to myself, "don't know what's going on."
Clara came up to me and gave me a soft hug. She hugged me as if I were a porcelain doll that would break if pressured.
"I'm sorry, miss." she apologized as small tears dripped down her eyes, each tear slowly damping my nightgown.
"it's not your fault." I laughed patting her back softly, "worry not I'm sure I'll be able to remember everything." I held her shoulders and pulled her away from me so she could face my small figure.
"yeah," she smiled wiping the snot that dared to drip down her nose. "My lady is a strong willed girl after all."
I let out a soft laugh, "I'm just built different!" I cheered punching the air in excitement.
suddenly the door slammed open, my 'mother' whom was wearing a red dress.
Giving me a smile she spoke in the softest voice she could muster. "Don't worry my dear, I'm sure you'll be able to get better." She walked closely and gave me a tight hug. "I hope nothing but the best for you, my dear precious daughter."
my eyes went wide. such sweet words, my mother could never. If only I knew how warm hugs are I would've asked my mother back home to give me some, even though I know she would never bother to give me the slightest bit of affection.
she always liked my brother better anyway.
I felt hot tears prick my eyes, I have never been hugged before. It's sad, but even my own mother never showed she cared about me. Unknowingly the tears started to drip.
Is this what it feels like being wanted? Is this how hugs feels like? Is this how a mother's affection feels like?
Slowly more tears started to pour. Why am I crying?
I cried in my new mother's embrace, if only my old mother showed me how love works I wouldn't have been so emotional right now.