The first time i called

"Hello...my name is Becca Show, I am four years old, I live with my mom and my elder sisters. I like my sisters, they are fun to be with. And I like my mom, she is fun to watch. They have diff-different! expressions each time - yes! My eldest sister and my mom likes to fight alot, but in the end they get along pretty well! My dad... As for him I don't know where he is, I asked my sister once...Baily that is, but she said 'he might be dead' so yeah, I don't know where he is. I've never seen him, but I think I've seen a picture of him before. Maybe. but I don't care. we're doing great without him so...no need to worry! where ever you are Mr dad, I hope you send a letter, atleast so mom's face can be a little bit happier whenever she looks at your picture. Oh! Yes before I forget. I just graduated from nursery one, and my mom said that I've finally shed my training wheels on school, and I'm getting into the real deal. I don't really know what she means by that, but am gonna think it's something good." She gave a sheepish smile at the video camera, her eyes closed and pressed tight, she was happy, when suddenly she felt a pang on her chest. It was painful but not enough to get her full attention, it only changed her expression a bit. But she waved it off as nothing. " I am in nursery two now! take that classes! hahahahahaahahahah!"

Becca signed off the video camera with a laugh, and a hearty one at that. She had just received the gift from her mother. Apparently for her birthday present, so her mother had told her. So she had decided to do a recording for every new week that comes by, she would summarize all that had happened the past week and save it on video, it was like her diary. A video diary. And to her, it was perfect.

The day was still bright when she was through with her recording, she wrapped up the video camera and placed it into a box with Roman carvings. It was a weird box, one that her mother also gave her, said she bought it at a pawn shop, the box was an auburn brown with gold linings on the edges, and purple strings marked out the carvings. to her they looked like spooky murals, but it was a beautiful box nonetheless. She slid the box with the video camera in it, under her bed, for safe keeping. Standing up she gave a satisfied grin, one that was only meant for her eyes to see. She looked out the window to see her sisters. Onne, (the eldest) was lying down on the lawn her arms and legs splayed across the grass, and Baily, (the second) was sitting down, her back as straight as a plank. Her correct posture was slightly frightening. If not too much.

"Hmmm..." she moaned. the grass looked enticing and comforting, it was tempting to go there to lie as her sister did. How fun would that be? how relaxed would she feel?

All in all it was tempting. But she could not go outside, she was not allowed. For she was prone to rashes. Just a slight peck from a stray grass would get her scratching like edd ed n' eddy's chicken pox rave wasn't enough. and she was not even the one who had a frail body. Her sister Baily was the most sickly amongst them. Yet she could play with the grass as much as she wants. She was not wishing to be sickly like Baily but she envied her for being able to enjoy the feel of the green. Of that green comfortable looking texture... graaaaaaassssssssss. Oh the word she loved, but her skin hated it so.

'Atleast i can sit on concrete. that will make me be able to sit with them.' With that thought in mind, she set out to go meet her sisters outside. As usual by this time, her mother was sound asleep. It was 3 pm.

"This is the first time i called, Becca Show has arrived!"

These days were bliss.

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