You were so sick of this. You couldn't get enough sleep for a while, you had to listen to your parents fight the whole time you were at home, you couldn't study, your "friends" were somehow always busy for you, and at times you just wanted to hide at a dark place and die. You cried yourself to see at so many nights too. It was getting way too much for you.
But thankfully soon your friend, Elizabeth invited you over, since the weather was finally nice and warm and she knew how much you loved spring. She had a pretty, large garden and you two walked around there when you could.
You were glad for her invitation, you were happy someone finally had time for you. You decided to wear a blue dress that looked like her favourite one, and actually it was a gift from her a while ago. When you two wore those dresses at the same time, sometimes you pretended to be sisters for fun. And you loved that little game.
After a bit of walking and chatting in the garden and, you decided to sit under a tree to relax a bit. First you looked up at the fresh leaves that the spring breeze gently played with, then you closed your eyes when you felt the same breeze caress your face. The birds chirped happily above your head and you just listened to it in silence with your friend sitting next to you.
It was wonderful and your head felt so much lighter now. Everything was so comfortable. Well, almost... You slowly shifted a bit farther from her so you could comfortably lay your head on her lap. You closed your eyes and slowly put your arm across her lap too, and just enjoyed her warmth and the gentle breeze playing with your hair.
She just smiled down at you and patted your head lovingly. You buried your face a bit more into her lap and grabbed and held a part of her dress. She slowly continued stroking your hair and you sighed happily.
"Are you alright?" She asked softly after a while. "Mmh..." "Oh, come on, you know you can tell me anything." She replied with a cheerful voice. "Yes." You opened your eyes and stared into the air. "Everyone says that but when I tell them, they call me stupid." "What? I'm pretty sure they don't." "But I can see it in their eyes and expressions. I should just shut up so maybe people will think I'm normal."
"That's silly." She continued playing with your hair. You just tried to hide your face more so she couldn't see the tears in your eyes. "Please, tell me already. I know you're not stupid and I mean it." But you stayed quiet. You knew that once you open your mouth, you start sobbing immediately. You just silently bit your lip.
"Please." She asked you while running her fingers through your hair again. But instead of being able to tell what was breaking your heart, you curled up and sobbed into her lap. You shivered and gripped her dress tighter.
And she stayed quiet. She stroked your arm and back, trying to comfort you, with a concerned look on her face. And she didn't say a thing, she just patted you until you could stop crying for a while and you could start telling what was making you sad. You told her everything, everything you could think of. She listened without interrupting you and soon hugged you tightly and let you lay your head on her upper chest. You closed your eyes and hugged her just as tight.
"Everything will be fine. I promise." She whispered and kissed the top of your head. "Just believe me." "Alright." You sighed and slowly pulled away from her to sit up. A second later you felt her hands gently touch the sides of your head and lifted up your face to press her lips against your forehead in a loving, sisterly kiss. You closed your eyes and sighed happily in that moment.
"Elizabeth." Yes, my dear?" "Can you be my mommy?" "Oh?" Of course she was surprised by your weird question. You looked away, feeling stupid like always. "Why do you want me to be your mother?" She asked curiously. "Because..." You sighed a bit before continuing. "You treat me much better than she does. She never let me cry on her lap and comforted me."
"Ooh..." That was her short reaction before hugging you tightly again. "Of course then. I'll be your mommy here." You giggled softly and you smiled. "Thank you... Anya."