I sat at the kitchen table, filling mouth with soggy ceral, my stomach growled  from intake, getting what it was starved of. Food. Mother fed me three times a day, but they were small meals. A small bowl of ceral for breakfast, a fruit for lunch, and one peice of meat and two peices of vegetables for dinner.  She stopped sowing my mouth for today, but only because today was special. We would get company and I was Invited. Auntie and cousin were coming.

My body was filled with exciting gidders. I haven't seen family in years.  Mother had lied and said her and father had gotten a divorce, and he took the baby with him, when in reality they were baried in the backyard. After that she told out family that I decided to be honeschooled.

I did in a way. I taught myself some stuff, but I'm not that smart. At all. Not anymore. When I use to go to school, I was one of the smartest in my class. I had to be. I wanted to be. I wanted to be the best child for mother. I still do, not that she cares anymore.

Today was a special today, but more special because the heaven I would hear. Today, I will hear her voice as she speaks to the family. What a wondeful day it is!

Once I was finished and before I could properly get up, she snatched me by my arm and dragged me out the chair.  My flimsy legs struggled for balance and she continued to drag me to her room and inter her bathroom where she sat me on the toilet. On her bathroom counter there were brushea, blushes, foundations and many other beauty products. She grabbed the foundation and the blender and began on my face.

She took a pasty, thick kind of stuff and put it over my sew holes then layered the foundation over.

Patting the blender everywhere. Grabbing other tones lighter and darker, putting it on here and there. Then my hands and neck, filling in with the paste. I'm guessing to give me a fuller look. She did my eyebrows and my lips, my nails, then my hair.

Yes. I'm a girl.

Afterwards she ushered me out and put me in a dress with leggings, and shoes with a small heal. She pushed me back in the bathroom and had me look at myself.

My breath caught like never before. Had it been different. I might have looked like this. The person in the red,  knee length dress, with leggings. With the silver earings, necklace and bracelet. The dress gave a curvy figure from the tightness then flow.

This person I was looking at, was it me?

The last thing she did was put a eye patch over my head and over my missing eye. I looked up at her, And she stared at me hard and emotionless. I felt captivated in her eyes, never looking away, until we herd the bell door ring.

Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn as she turned around I saw a single tear before she was gone and I was following after her.

Mother.

I started walking when I heard my name and froze.

Taylor..

Taylor...

"Yes," I whispered.

"Hi again," It said. The light.

"Hello.."

"Now you know what you will not do hun?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't tell on mother."

"What?"

"Don't tell on mother," It growled. "Or she will never love you. And underneath you are a pathetic, ugly girl. No one will ever love you if you tell."

"No one? Mother wont?..."

"No one, now go enjoy company."

The light hushed and the dread swept over. I won't tell, so mother will love me then. I smiled to myself and walked on to the living room, where two figures sat on the couch.

Oh mother.