Followed by the Chaotic Creature
chapter 105

DYES

five years ago, though,

"Let's!" my finger got a needle because I was daydreaming too much.

I'm currently in a craft class. I'm fixing an old stuffed rabbit that I found in the schoolyard yesterday. I was sewing his almost loose head. But because of too much daydreaming my finger was pricked by a needle. The blood dripping from the tip of my finger fell right on the mouth of the doll.

I tried to clean it but I couldn't. For a moment I shuddered at the red stain that was on the mouth of the doll as if she had drunk my blood. But a moment later I put away that stupid thought.

Once at home I want to call Dad. Dad didn't live with us because he had to work on the ship. And occasionally return home when the ship is anchored. We usually communicate by phone.

Dad always said that mom loved me just as much as she loved Selena. But the attention he gave me and Selena was very different.

When I got the first rank and Selena got the tenth rank, mother came to her first and praised her as if ignoring my efforts.

"That's because your mother knew you were always the best among your friends. That's proof that he believes in you. But your brother didn't. He needs a little motivation and encouragement from your mother" he said on the phone. Gave understanding when I complained about my mother's attitude to her.

"But I hope you can praise me a little" I continued.

"Dad praised you. Is that not enough?" he comforted while laughing.

"Mother always cooks all of my sister's favorite foods, but never asks for a single meal that I like" I whined.

"Because your mom knows you're not a picky eater. You'll eat whatever your mother cooks. Right?"

"Yes. But there's no harm in asking me what my favorite food is."

"Your sister Selena has an allergy to some kind of food. That's why your mother was careful in choosing food for her."

"Darling, I understand you're feeling unfair about your mother's attitude right now. But try to give your mother a little understanding."

Sure dad. I always gave her understanding but even though she never tried to understand me.

"It was very difficult for him to share his fair affection for his two daughters."

How difficult? Is it that hard to hold your daughter's hand and not let go easily? Or ask simple questions that mothers usually ask their daughters as a form of concern.

"More with your brother's circumstances that require more attention. Your mother has to take extra care of her."

I also need attention, not just Selena.

"I hope you understand, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

I ended our call. I remember that my father sent me a gift yesterday. I rushed to the closet where I kept it. I saw that the card pack was open when I remembered I hadn't opened it yesterday.

When I wrote the book I was surprised to see the contents. I went down the stairs angrily while stomping my feet violently. I immediately met my twin sister who was busy watching tv.

"Selena!" I shouted furiously "What did you do to my beloved doll?"

He glanced at me reluctantly and then ignored me. He watches the tv again while eating his snacks. I was upset and ran to complain to the mother who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Mother! Look what Selena did to my doll. She cut my doll hair like this Mom! Have a look!" I complained while showing the doll of a girl whose head was almost bald.