It All Started With A Pillow PetIt was the year 2009 a couple days from christmas. It was a cold night I remember being in the room with my little brother and sister. As we were chatting in our little room with the bunk beds at our dad house our mom and dad walked in with gifts wrapped up nice with santa claus wrapping paper. As excited I was to open mines I waited until my sister and brother open theirs. When I notice that it was the as seen on TV pillow pet I was filled with joy and rushed to open mine. My pillow pet was a turquoise hippo with lazy pink and purple eyes. When I first saw it I was in love with my pillow pet because I always wanted one. From that day on my pillow pet went everywhere with me. Finally the day we’ve been waiting for it christmas day. We went to my mom’s house in South Philadelphia to open up out gifts. My dad was at work so I was waiting for him to get home to open up my presents. So I went up stairs as I walked them hard wooden steps I realize I forgot my pillow pet. So I ran back down stairs to get it. Once I grabbed my pillow pet from the top of my gifts I went back upstairs. My older brother who wasn’t that taller than me but he had much more muscle than me snatched my pillow pet from me and ran in my his room. I just started crying because it felt like I was about lose a bestfriend. My brother always used to break my things from my doll head to my doll house. So I went in my brother’s room looking from him. My brother had a big room becasue he had to share it with my other brother they had a walk in closet in all. At the time my brother’s had twin beds right next to eachother. So as I went in his room looking for him he had the nerve to grab my leg while he was under the bed. I ducked down and seen my pillow pet and started pulling but he wouldn’t let go so he started getting from under the bed. I had to do some quick thinking because I knew once he got up I wasn’t getting my pillow. So I started stomping him telling to give my pillow pet my dad got it for me. He kinda push me off and got up and was like “your dad?” I was like yeah now give me my pillow he said “that’s why that’s not your dad your dad is my dad” I started crying more hitting him telling him to stop lying and give me my pillow pet. My mom finally came upstairs and I told her He keep saying that … not my dad. My mom didn’t say nothing about it but she made my brother give me back my pillow. After that I went downstairs and my dad finally came home so I can open up my gifts everybody else had already open theirs. But I noticed my mom was whispering to my dad something she definely didn’t want me to hear. My dad went to the car and said he have one more gift for me and came back with a DSI I was so happy to start playing but they said they had to tell me something first. So they took me upstairs in my mom room where she had teddy bears everywhere and pictures all on her walls. The sat me near the computer my mom first words was “ you know heem and buttbutt day locked up” I said yes and she was like what’s your last name I said Whitmore. I was only 9 so I didn’t question why I never had my dad last name but I had my brothers. She was like y’all have the same name because y’all have the same dad not FATHER. Father is somebody that was always there for you a dad is a dad and she started laughign to lighing up the mood. My dad didn’t say nothing he was just looking sad so I gave him a hug and he said you mines don’t forget that. I told him I won’t and I didn’t but it seem like he did. |
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