Hey, everyone! I wanted to do a St. Patrick Day themed-party for Josefina on March 17th, but I didn’t have my stuff unpacked in time. I didn’t even have green decorations. So, I decided to do something else…make her birthday into something different! Make an epic photo story out of it! So, that’s just what I decided to do…
*story ‘narrated’ by me*
Josefina was once again nervously worrying about her party. She did this to herself every year – well except for her first birthday (that was a surprise party.)
“You WHAT?! Where will you open presents?” Joy gasped.
“I’m not getting any presents this year.”
“Yes you are…” Joy mumbled.
“No…Mama already talked to me about it. She just didn’t have any time to get any ready. She told me that my birthday isn’t all about presents.”
“That’s crazy. Of course you’re getting presents!” Joy didn’t seem convinced Josie wasn’t going to get any birthday gifts.
“You know it really seems as if you’re trying to convince yourself that you’re not going to get any presents. Well, you’re wrong, because I know exactly what you’re getting!” Joy smiled mischievously.
All of the sudden, they heard a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSEFINA!!!!”
“Oh my gosh! The guests are here!”
Jasmine finally arrived carrying Jessa. “I looked everywhere for her, she was hiding from me! She said she wanted to celebrate with you, but then, she hid from me, and then hid her shoes from me, so, she arrives to you barefoot.” Jasmine breathlessly grinned as she handed the sheepish mini doll over to Josefina.
“You know if we had proper chairs, I wouldn’t be squishing you.” Jasmine laughed.
“I’m so sorry about that guys – those were the only thing Mama could find for us to sit on!” Josie apologized.
“Oh, no, it wasn’t your fault – it was all Madison’s fault for not finding better chairs.” Jazzy reassured.
“You know you can just say mom, right?” Molly asked.
Jasmine glared with a distinctive glare that had only been seen a few times. It was a staring glare, with a set jaw and slightly scrunched eyebrows. With icy cold eyes that were raging with hurt, anger, and grief.
“She’s not. My mom.” Jasmine pronounced every word slowly between her grit teeth.
“Sorry, I forgot,” Molly giggled.
“It’s not funny!” Jasmine yelled.
“Well, sorry! Miss grouchy pants! Mom said you could call her ‘mom’ too, if you wanted to.”
“She’s NOT my mom!!!!”
“I didn’t say she was!”
“My REAL mother died in a-“
“I know, I know. A club in Las Vegas. Can’t you get over it all ready? All of us came from the American Girl orphanage but NO, you had to be one of those special dolls with an actual doll mom and dad!”
“You’re just jealous because you don’t know what it’s like to have a mother that’s not 5 FOOT ONE AND A HALF!!!!!!!!! And we’re only 18″ inches!”
That led Molly to wondering how Jasmine knew how tall her mom was, then Molly turned angry.
“Are you saying they’re SOMETHING WRONG WITH HAVING A HUMAN MOM?!?!!!! HALF THE DOLLS AROUND THE WORLD HAVE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU MIGHT HAVE HAD A DOLL MOM AND DAD BUT LITTLE PARENTS THEY WERE TO YOU ANYWAYS! Madison was kind enough to take you in as her own, because they were so bad you had to be taken away from them!“
That last sentence did it.
Icy silence remained. Molly’s words hung in the air like a thick fog.
Jasmine’s eyes looked wet and were about to overflow with tears. Her little hands were balled into tight fists. Her cheeks were scarlet red and her lip was trembling.
“Oh my gosh – I’m sorry Jaz, I didn’t mean it that way -” Molly finally said, realizing she had once again spoken without thinking.
“It’s Jasmine,” Cécile said calmly.
“Does this happen a lot?” Joy asked, who wasn’t here when Jasmine had first came – she had arrived a broken hearted, really mean girl with a troubled past. Since then, she had gotten saved and had become a Christian, and then Joy arrived a year later.
“Yeah, a lot. I need to go after her and see what’s wrong.”
“Haven’t you done enough? She’s really angry with you!”
“What’s wrong?!” Cécile screeched.
TO BE CONTINUED