Mommy Is Lying This Time

“Tell me how your day went today. You should tell Mommy about your day every day,” Izabelle demanded. This was somewhat like a ritual for them. Always talking about their day. Little Rosie would tell her Mommy about her day and in return, her Mommy would tell her about her day too. The new little girl would listen even though most of the time she doesn't understand what her mother was saying. She just simply listened and tried to understand.

Perhaps this was because they were each other’s best friend and weren't used to telling others about their day and so they confided in each other. The past years all alone together made them learn to rely on each other. Izabelle could talk to Rosie as if she was talking to a grown-up. Surely, they were each other’s best friends. Moreover, Rosie was bad at making friends.

Maybe she was shy and not confident but she finds it hard to have someone she calls her friend. She was scared that they would all leave when they find out about her disease. Th