She pats me on my bottom again and walks to another room. I turn. I hear the sounds of a great party roll in like a tide. The party was back in full swing. I look around and notice no one is ignoring me, but they are allowing me to adjust to being here. There are lots of people here.
I seem to know where to go. I go over to a little place in the pit in between the bar and the huge flat screen TV. There is a soft pillow chair and a game machine with a library of games. I sit in the pillow chair and suck my thumb. I know this is my place. It belongs to Missy.
I don’t want to play games. I want to look around and explore. I turn in my chair and start looking at all the people that are here. There are lots of people here. There are also people like me with the collar. We are all dressed as babies or children. We are all Adult Children and Adult Babies.
A little confusion .. a realization … a sudden forgetfulness. I can’t remember what I was thinking just now. This forgetting thing I am doing is starting to annoy me. I can’t help it though, I can’t for the life of me remember what I was thinking.
A woman walks up to me and says, “Hello sweetheart. How are you enjoying Christmas?”
I look up at her for a second and completely against my will I reply sweetly, “I get lots of presents from Santa.”
I could think of nothing else to say! It just slipped out. I feel a pain start in my head.
She smiled and said, “Has Missy been a good baby this year?”
I start clapping my hands together and say excitedly, “Yes!” I giggle
I don’t know what’s come over me. I can’t help what’s happening and I can’t believe I’m doing it. The pain intensifies as I fight to stop myself from doing this.
I continue in a very cute voice, “Missy a good girl n Vickie love me.”
The woman asks sweetly, “How old is Missy?”
I can’t believe what I’m doing nor believe what I am saying!
I giggled and replied in a real cute and sweet voice, “I this many.”