Jewelry
My momma loves jewelry. Every morning she puts a necklace on me, and then before school she takes it off. She cries when she takes it off, but I do not know why, always wailing “why won’t it work,” or something like that. Sometimes the necklaces are thick, sometimes they’re thin. I am not really a big fan of the necklaces though, cause they’re hard to breathe in. Sometimes I tell mother this, but she says they are not tight enough. Whenever I go to school the other kids always stare at me. I do not know what’s so interesting about me, all the other girls wear necklaces all the time, so why do I get judged for it. Just cause my necklaces are not as pretty or as fact as the other girls’ does not mean I am any less than them. Sometimes I get worried looks from the teachers. One time I was taken to the guidance counselor and asks question about if I was happy or sad and stuff. I thought it was funny; I am not depressed. Momma says I am perfect. Momma says not to care about what other people say or think. Momma says she wants me to be with her. I wanna be with momma too. I wish momma never died. It is so boring without her. I wish momma was still alive; then we could play forever! When I get home momma always puts the necklace back on and every night it get tighter. Momma says if it is tighter it means it will work better, whatever that means. Momma is always sad, ever since she died she has not been the same. Sometimes momma makes me sad, and the necklaces don’t bother me so much. When I am sad, momma says “just count to ten and hold your breath.” One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Four Mississippi. Five Mississippi. Six Mississippi. (That sure is a lot of Sssss hehehe.) I usually get a little light headed around six,(and cause after a while I get tongue tied from all the “Mississippi”s), so I just pretend to hold my breath and slowly inhale so that momma doesn’t notice I started breathing before I got to ten. Seven Mississippi. Eight Mississippi. Nine Mississippi. Ten Mississippi. Once I finish counting I smile at momma waiting for her praise, but she just seems to get more sad, always moaning about something not working. Momma should not worry much longer though, cause tomorrow I am gonna make it to ten no matter what! Then she will be proud of me just like when she was alive. Maybe she will even sing me to sleep again instead of staring at me from the ceiling. It always creeps me out when she does this but I never tell her cause I love my momma and I would not want to hurt her feelings or make her any more sad. Anyways, I still do not really like jewelry; rope is just too scratchy for me.