An Unwelcome VisitorKae was at her friend Amethyst's house. Amethyst was telling Kae about all the new plants she'd recently done for her garden and how it was as beautiful as ever. Though Kae didn't particularly like gardening, she loved hearing Amethyst talk about her garden. She worked hard at keeping it beautiful and it showed. Sometimes, Kae wondered if caring for a garden was harder than caring for pets!"The best part is the jasmines I got from the plant nursery have really bloomed!" Amethyst gushed. "They've grown bigger than usual! I was worried at first, but they're perfectly healthy!"Kae had seen these overgrown jasmines for herself. They were indeed beautiful and had an uplifting aroma. Kae felt so soothed by smelling them. It was almost like an amoratherapeutic high. Kae would've loved to have such flowers at her wedding, if she were to ever marry.The doorbell chimed. "Now, who could that be?" Amethyst wondered as she made her way to the door to check. Kae had no idea, but when she saw Amet
Kadysha's PastPrincess Kadysha was born on Lovaria as the firstborn child of her parents. She was the seventh heir in a long line of princesses. Although she was well-cared for by her parents, they and the rest of the royal family longed for a boy.Kadysha was a precocious child. By the age of two, she could speak clearly and coherently, read and write rather well, and by age five, she could do multiplication and long division. Yet, her parents' longing for a male child made all of Kadysha's achievements go unnoticed. As Kadysha grew up, this became apparent and caused her to detach herself from her parents, something they foolishly and incorrectly attributed to her being female.When Kadysha was nine years old, her parents gave birth to her brother, Ryan. By this time, Kadysha was used to her parents' disappointment and lack of attention, so it didn't bother her when they lavished on her brother. In fact, she appreciated it, as this allowed her even more time to develop her own skills and talents.
IrresponsibilityYou'd think twenty-two years and two kids later, she would have some idea of what it means to be responsible. Apparently not.My mother is a very irresponsible person. Her irresponsibility is the reason I exist and have a half-sister. Not sure how happy I am about that. Because of her choices, my life up to this point has been hectic, only slowing because I finally have some control over it. She's been on public assistance since I was born, or possibly before, and has never made any effort to get off.Currently, she lives in a bad neighborhood. I don't have sympathy for her. Why? Because she knew it was a bad area, yet she chose to live there anyway. She treats the apartment I live in as a hotel because she doesn't want to walk in the area at night if she finishes her or errands or such late. Whose fault is that? She's moving (again), but why she moved there to begin with is beyond me.The irony in this is I'm moving in with this woman in June. I'm stuck between a rock and hard