L am at Dalia’s baby shower, I’ve been trying to draw up the courage to talk to
queen Adriela.
“Mummy” l said as Adriela and Dalia were talking.
“Yes sweetie” said Dalia bending down to look at me.
“You’re not my mummy, queen Adriela’s my mummy” she gave a shocked look
and so did the queen.
“I’m your mummy not her” Dalia protested.
“No she’s not” said Adriela. Adriela gave a sigh and smiled. “Yes you’re my
daughter Isabella, come and give mummy a hug” l obeyed her and she lifted me
up and hugged me.
“Mummy l love you” l said bravely.
“L love you too, oh you weren’t this heavy when you were a baby” she laughed at
me and l laughed with her. She put me down and said, “Oh Dalia take care of my
little Isabella for me” she said and laughed. L grabbed her skirts and hid, l was a
shy child.