I didn’t know what to think of this. Adam didn’t want me, and the only reason Angela wanted me is because I was like the baby she never had. I knew what I had to do. Tomorrow when I wake up I will make sure to change my diaper before Angela sees me, that way she will think I am dry. I will wear a goodnite and if I do have an accident, I will change without her knowing. that way they will think that I am grown up. No more baby stuff, no more hugs or kisses. I will become a new person, a grown up person. That way Adam will like me, and hopefully Angela still will. I could do that, or I could run away. At least if I ran away I could find a family where everyone loved me. I don’t know, I am just so confused. I went to my bed and started to cry.
“Daddy.” I squeaked, “I need you.”
I woke up to the feeling of something cold on my behind. I rubbed my eyes and opened them, and saw Angela changing my diaper.
“Well good morning sleepy head.” She said in a cheery voice.
I realized what she was doing, realized that I had wet the bed, and I quickly got up and walked away from her.
“Silly Goose! I’m not done yet.” Angela giggled.
“No, it’s okay, I can change myself. I don’t need a diaper in the daytime, I know how to go to the bathroom thankyou.” I said to her, in the most grown-up voice I had.
“Well, uh, okay.” Angela said, looking hurt and stunned at the same time.
She walked out of the room and downstairs leaving all the diaper changing supplies on my bed. I put them away after I finished wiping myself and I went to take a shower. I wanted to be grown-up. Adults take showers every morning, so that is what I was gonig to do. Even when I lived with daddy I had a shower every other day, right before bed. Once I was out of the shower I grabbed a goodnight and put it on, after applying some baby powder. I know it is for babies, but I was starting to get a rash, well, I think that’s what it was, it was all red and it hurt alot. I brushed my teeth, put my hair into a ponytail and I put on a pair of jeans with a yellow top.
When I went downstairs Angela had pancakes ready for me on a plate.
“Do you want me to cut them up for you?” Angela asked.
“No thanks, I can do it myself.” I said, acting like a real snob.
I sat down and poured syrup all over my pancakes. I ate them and cut them just fine. When I was done I went to the bathroom. I didn’t have to go but I was going to sit there until I did, that way I didn’t have an accident. I was in there for about 10 minutes when there was a knock at the door.
“Did you fall in?” Angela asked me.
“Nope, just going to the bathroom.” I anwsered.
“Well, okay then.” She said. I could hear the sadness in her voice, I was being pretty mean, but I didn’t care.
I couldn’t go so I just pulled my pants back up and went to the living room. I grabbed the remote and turned the television on to the documentry channel. It was about some old boring guy. I wasn’t paying attention, but it was an adult show, so I was watching it. Angela came in and joined me.
“Do you want some apple juice sweetie?” She asked.
“No, and if I do, I can get it myself, I’m not two you know, I’m 13.” I replied, giving her a dirty look.
