It's Just Right (Revised edition of Kimmy-Ann's Anecdote)

April 11, 2010
By liv_luv_4eva SILVER, Morganville, New Jersey
liv_luv_4eva SILVER, Morganville, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make mistakes when nobody is looking.

Tears sting her eyes as she thinks of her past. Once upon a time Kimmy-Ann had real parents who loved her. Once upon a time she laughed with her sister. So much happened in the past few years that she could write a book. Her biological parents divorced almost seven years ago---about the time she turned six. She mostly lived with her mom for the first year according to her confidential court papers. Her mom started dating and stayed out late almost every night asking a kind, old neighbor to baby sit. So this was an unstable living condition for Kimmy-Ann to say the least. Her neighbor couldn’t take it anymore, watching the impressionable girl living without mother figure around the house. She called her friend, a social worker.
She tried living with her dad and older sister, Emilie. Then, her dad met a woman who was a drug-addict. Pretty soon, Hamen, Kimmy-Ann’s dad, became a druggie and it became a similar situation with Mera, her mom. Once again the kind, old neighbor called her social worker friend and discussed further with the lawyer. Emilie and Kimmy-Ann would be put up for adoption since none of their relatives are capable of adopting them.

“We are very sorry, but we must separate you and Emilie,” the lawyer acknowledged. “I’m very sorry but it’s for the best.” Suddenly frightened, Kimmy-Ann ran through that thought while chills raced down her spine. If you know what’s best, you wouldn’t separate Emile and me. She was hugging Emilie, eleven at that time.

“Everything’s going to be okay. I promise to comeback for you.” Babysitting money in hand, Emilie raced to the store for two sisters’ locket. “I love you li’l sis. Please never forget me,” Emilie soothed, trying hard not to cry.

Whatever, they thought and burst out crying frenziedly and hugging.
Ever since, Kimmy-Ann lives with Aria and Hudson Namos. But then they divorced and Kimmy-Ann lives with Aria. Aria remarried to Ken Miky and had a baby girl named Lillian Miky. “She has the cutest black eyes ever,” Kimmy-Ann tweeted on Twitter.
It was nearing Kimmy-Ann’s birthday and her friends were planning a surprise party for her. Aria was pregnant again, and everyone was excited. Nothing can stop this “golden” season from blooming, Kimmy-Ann thought.
The day has come. It’s April 27, Kimmy-Ann’s birthday. She triple checked her appearance in the mirror before her party. She had a rush of thoughts about her past. She remembered Emilie, her long-lost sister, her biological mom and dad, the neighbor who called social services and let all this happen. Suddenly she had an urge to go visit them.
Something twinkling caught her eye. “My name is Fairytwinkle,” the fairy informed. She was Kimmy-Ann’s fairy. All of the girls who went through hard times have a fairy. The fairy acted like a messenger for kids.
“OMG! Mom, Mom! There is a real live fairy in my room!” Kimmy-Ann tired to scream. But she was too in awe to do anything but whisper. Then there was a beautiful lullaby that came from the fairy. That calmed me down an iota.
It sounded so familiar. Where had she heard that before? Finally, when Fairytwinkle saw that Kimmy-Ann calmed, she spoke again.
“Your real parents sang that to you when you were a little girl,” the fairy breathed.
“They are better now and wish to see you.”

Kimmy-Ann thought about it. She was excited and soon forgot her sadness. “What do they look like? What jobs do they have? ,” Kimmy-Ann fired bombarded at her.

The glittering fairy stopped her. “Aria knows about it and your questions would be answered when you reconnect with your parents. They are better parents and you might be moving in with them soon.” After that, she had a long talk with Aria.

“Don’t worry about it. Today’s your birthday. Have fun,” Aria reassured. “Who wants some ice cream cake?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice!” Kimmy-Ann replied. As she strolled toward the huge kitchen, her friends leaped out.

“Surprise!” they all sang in unison “Happy birthday Kimmy-Ann!!” Kitty presented her gift, colorful wristbands that said friends forever. Kathie gave her a scrapbook of all the times they spent together. Angie and Kristi gave her an immense card, collaged with photographs of them together. Kimmy-Ann almost cried.

It was heart-breaking to realize that she would possibly have to leave her superb friends. Mom wouldn’t tell my friends until I’m ready or would she? I’ll ask her after the party; after my last party with Angie and Kitty, Kristi and Kathie. The party was enthusiastic with awesome DDR dancing, karaoke singing, and a huge pool slide. But Kimmy-Ann was still thinking about her parents. The thought that she would have to leave Lillian is clouded her thoughts.

She must have had a notably despondent expression because they asked her to join them at the pool. She forgot her worries and indulged in the spirited activities. After splashing her friends with bucket after bucket of water, they culminated the party.

Months passed and Kimmy-Ann was doing great in school. She completely forgot about her trip to her biological parents’ homes. Aria and Ken gently reminded her that she might visit her real parents over the summer. As Kimmy-Ann finished the rest of the year, she tried to evade the thought. When the time came for Kimmy-Ann to go, Aria had another talk with her. Aria lavished Kimmy-Ann with a whole new wardrobe so that she would be less sullen.

“I‘m ready,” Kimmy-Ann proclaimed arriving at Mera’s house; Aria trailing behind her, feeling awkward.

“Just promise that you will call and tell me about school,” Aria noted. “Come visit Lillian and Ken and don’t forget the new baby.”
Her mom looked the same physically, Kimmy-Ann noted. Mentally, she would find out soon enough. She ran over to the tactful old neighbor’s house, a block away, she was in the yard, happy to see Kimmy-Ann. “I just want to say thank you for making that phone call,” Kimmy-Ann thanked her. Emilie and her adoptive family raced toward them with tears of joy flowing down Emilie’s face, expressing her happiness to see her family. Emilie and Kimmy-Ann enjoy a tight hug while catching up on each other’s lives. Everything is better. No, it’s more than that; it’s just right.

The author's comments:
To me, family means people wo raised you. It doesan't have to be your immediate or biological family. I grew up in divorce and remarriages...ending up with many sibblings.Some parts of this is just so realistic. It's almost my life.

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on Apr. 21 2010 at 7:32 pm
liv_luv_4eva SILVER, Morganville, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make mistakes when nobody is looking.

This is NOT a true story!!!!!! NOT!! NOT!!!!!


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