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with vine designs carved around the edges and a fairy in the middle. I opened the locket to see if anything might
be inside but discovered it to be empty, just as it should be. I still needed to decide whom I would place in the
locket.
Daddy helped me put the locket on, and I wore it proudly. That was the last present that I received to open,
and I knew it was my favorite out of all of them.
“I love it,” I announced flipping my hair back into place and looking up into Mommy’s blue eyes and then
into Daddy’s brown ones.
“I’m glad,” Mommy said beaming, “There is another gift too.”
I narrowed my eyes, “Where?” Standing, I searched around the room for whatever Mommy spoke of.
After I stopped, she spoke again, “Remember how you said that you wanted the baby you saw in the store?”
“Yes,” I said getting a slight idea about what my other gift would be.
“Well, you are going to get a baby like the one in the store.”
“When? I want it now.”
Mommy frowned and pushed back a stray strand of hair from her face. I knew she was frustrated that I was
so demanding.
“It will be born in August, we all have to wait until then to meet him or her,” Daddy said sounding irritated.
“And in August we’ll be able to play with it,” I stated.
“Babies are a lot of work sweetie, and they take up a lot of Mommy and Daddy’s time. They are also noisy,
and it won’t be able to play the kind of games that you play for quite awhile. Babies have to play baby games for
awhile,” Daddy said.
“I know,” I said. I knew that babies needed to grow up a little and learn how to talk before they could play
games.
A banging suddenly sounded at the door and Mommy got up to answer it.
“Hello, Tommy,” Mommy said.
“Hello, Mrs. Meyers. Is Celia home?” the boy asked.
“Yes, I’ll go get her.”
However, I was already two steps ahead of her; I peeked out from behind Mommy’s long, blue skirt.
“Hi, Tommy,” I said clutching my new locket deciding what I would stick in it: Tommy and my little brother
or sister as soon as I get a picture of them. Mommy turned and walked into the yellow-themed kitchen.
“Hi, Celia, I’m going to go to the tree house, do you want to come with me?” Tommy asked folding his
hands behind his back.
I have known Tommy since before the beginning of time; I don’t remember a day when he wasn’t around,
even as a baby. He and I always did stuff together after school. Sometimes we go to the park, even though both
of our moms’ worry about something happening to us. Other times, we would just explore the woods; they sit
just around the corner from the street that we both lived on and that is where we found the abandoned tree
house. Together we fixed it up as much as we could.
“Yeah,” I swung myself on the doorknob around to the other side of the door, “We’re going to the tree
house, Mommy!”
Tommy stifled a laugh; he thinks it’s funny that I still call her Mommy, rather than Mom or Ma. I like calling
her Mommy, it sounds cuter, and besides, it’s what I’ve always called her.
I shot an angry glance at Tommy, before grabbing my jacket and closing the door behind me.
“It is my birthday you know. You could at least try not to laugh,” I said pulling my jacket on and beginning
to walk down the street.
Tommy followed pulling his jacket tighter as a cold breeze blew by. It wasn’t terribly cold, the air felt just
slightly chilled from the previous winter air. Eventually, it was going to warm up.
Many of the houses that lined the street were richer ones, their paint remained well kept, and the plants
thrived in their natural rich green colors. All, or most of them were two story houses, and fortunate families lived
there. My house sat third one down on the street, and Tommy’s was the first house on the street. I always tell
Tommy how lucky he is for having the first house on the street; to be honest, I was always envious of him. I
proposed the idea to Mommy and Daddy that we should move our house past Tommy’s so that we could be
first on the street, but they didn’t go for that.