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A Baby Sister

October 03, 2003 - 9:40 a.m.

Dear Diary,

Dear STACY,

Your mental acuity is high today, STACY. A recent innovation of yours could bring you some much-deserved recognition. Your mind is especially innovative at this point, and ideas come thick and fast. You have tremendous talent. If you focus it, you will make some positive inroads towards building your success.

Its finally Friday and I couldn't be happier. You know, this week has just been dragged on that it seems like someone tied this whole week to the back end of a car and is just driving and driving for ages along with it. And it doesn't matter that you run out of gas because the second you do, your car just refills itself so you can just continue on driving. Thats what this week has felt like. I'm glad that it Friday and more so, I'm glad that I will be with Greg tomorrow. I've felt like this all week long. Looking forward to the next time that we could be together. Missing him lots and lots. Ang and I were talking a little while back and as well I think she wrote something in her diary about it too but she said something like "I miss it when Red and I aren't together and I long for that time when we are together. I hate not being able to be with him." and I think thats how I feel with Greg. I hate it when we aren't together. In other words, it just sucks when we aren't together. So as for today, it better go by fast so tomorrow comes sooner.

I had another strange dream last night. My parents ended up getting prgnant again and told me that they were going to have a baby girl...A little sister for me. I was thrilled and couldn't wait for the baby to arrive. When she did come I was there with her every second of the day and couldn't possibly think of leaving her side. In my dream we had to go out to the mall to get a car seat for her and I can remember pushing her in the cart for hours and having her make googly faces at me and smile at me. We were walking through the mall and the occasional time we would run into someone that we knew where my parents would stop to talk and the other people would comment on how beautiful the baby was and sit there making faces at it and asking to hold it. I wouldn't allow them to though. Finally we continued on what seems like a long hallway and soon afterwards more and more people began to fill up the room so much so that you could hardly walk. I went to look up and right then, I noticed that my parents had left. They weren't anywhere in sight and everyone I asked was unable to talk. My baby sitter and I continued to search but then, I noticed that there was a note in the bottom of the cart that was addressed to me. I opened it up and it read "Dear Stacy, we are truly very sorry but we can no longer take care of you or our darling little baby girl and longer. We feel that you would make a much better parent and you would take much better care of her then what we would or could ever do. We had to leave. Please take care of our...your little baby. Shes all yours now. You will make a much better parent when we will. Take care. Love your long lost parents. Mom and Dad." I sat with the baby in my arms and began to cry. Holding her in a blanket I kissed her and told her I loved her. Tears streamed down my face more and more and the faster then came, the people began to disapear faster. My little baby and I were sitting there all alone on a white bench in the middle of the mall with no one around and not a sound to be made. That is when I woke up. Strange eh? Thats what I thought anyways. I wonder what this meens or what it is suppost to signify? I'll have to let mom and dad know later on. Anyways, I need to be on my way now. I have vaccuming to do today. At least thats all I have to do today.

*love always stacy*

 

 

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