October 13, 2012
One month from now. The labels come off. I can not be accused of being a little girl. I will demand the respect given to Maritza. I will be a three year old. The change will take place now, I am aware of my sophistication, responsibility, and power. I've seen it, watched it, became a season ticket holder to the show that was my sister, Mrs Maritza Perez at age three, enough said. It's my turn. I have my hardships, right now with speaking. Difficulty saying my R's, L's, S's, and anything that starts with a C, K, or Q. It must be funny, though. I hear Daddy laugh sometimes. He says "It's cute, you struggle with the S and L, and they're in your name." Keep that sense of humor handy, for when we are plotting against you. Harmless playtime becomes plot-time. Maritza and I fully comprehensible to each other, turning "dealing with Daddy" into a science. I'm getting to that stage. Playing catch up with my big Sis is speeding the process. So when I does, sooner than later, its a wrap. .
Nowadays, Maritza steals, well not steals my attention from Daddy, more like distracts him from, the sweet and precious, fierce and ferocious little girl who is.........Alyssia Perez. The second daughter. Everyone knows this, It's a fact. Another fact is, I deserve the same amount, 50/50, right down the middle, treatment. I am happy to say, Daddy does an "alright" job dealing with Maritza not sharing. I mean treating us equally. Though, he seems to talk to her more than he does me. It's like a constant barrage of word after word, with them two. First Daddy, then Maritza. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, then Maritza again (Daddy loves to talk). Still, he doesn't talk with me like that. I stand on the sidelines. Listening to them "engage in conversation". It must be great to share something special with Daddy.
I thought about it all day. What do I and Daddy share between us? Everything he does with me, he does with Maritza. I was at the dinner table, with Maritza across from me. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Daddy gives Maritza a little more food on her plate, than on mine. OK , she's older. Besides that, nothing different. She has a fork, so do I. She has a spoon, again, so do I. We are done with dinner and a snack. It's off to the bathroom for a bath. I contemplate while Daddy puts shampoo and conditioner in Maritza's hair. He uses more for her because her hair is longer. Understandable. We use different toothpaste. I use the princess bubblegum flavored toothpaste, Maritza uses Daddy's mint toothpaste. I don't like the taste of mint. She does. Nothing special. We receive the same treatment....so was there nothing Him and I shared? I was at a lost. It was bedtime. I gave up my search. I climbed in to bed with a gloom that would beg Daddy to ask "What's wrong, Baby?" All the words and sentences rolling around in my head and "Nothing, Daddy" was said. Daddy replied with "It's OK, You tell me when your ready". He tucked me in then leaned in to kiss me. I grabbed both sides of his face, rubbed my nose back and forth against his nose and gave the sides of his face back. Nothing special, we do it all the time. Daddy went to Maritza, tucked her in, gave her a kiss and hug goodnight, and before he could pull away Maritza asked "What were you doing with, Alyssia?"
"Saying goodnight to her."
"No, the thing you were doing with your noses."
"Oh, they're called Eskimo kisses"
"Can you do that with me, Daddy?"
"Sure."
Maritza smiled, that made me smile. When Daddy was done he came back to give me my goodnight hug. He smiled, kissed me on the cheek, gave me another Eskimo kiss(I know what they're called now), and said "I'm glad to see you smiling. Goodnight baby, I love you."
Goodnight, Daddy. I love you too....
I do share something special with Daddy after all. Go Team Alyssia!!!
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