own mind. You think I am sensitive, he's worse than me. He lives with his grandparents most of the time helping them out on the farm. He's pretty cute, but I don't know, I don't think we're friends yet, more like acquainted. It's so bor-ing here, I am gonna die." Jillian said flopping back on the bed and pretending to yawn.
"It's only been a week. How can you be bored here? All of the things to do in this big house, and acres of land to explore. I promise you will come to love it here and make terrific memories. All 5 of us that grew up in this house, well 4 of us had the best experiences of our lives and you will also. Here, I wanted to give this to in private." Her mother said and pulled something out from behind her back and handed it to Jillian.
"Mommy" Jillian said liking the idea of a secret gift just between the two of them. She ripped open the purple and green wrapping paper. It was a deep red book. Well it looked like a book, but when she opened it, there was no writing, it was empty. Her mother turned it so Jillian could see the binding "MY STORY" was printed with metallic gold ink.
"You have to write it!" Her mother said and smiled.
Jillian rolled her eyes, "Thank you!" She said hugging her mother and seeing Tiffany Marie.
Jillian forgot about her kitten!! Her heart soared. It was as if someone had turned on a spot light in the room. She looked at Tiffany Marie, her fat little belly rising and falling slowly. Watching her made her heart feel the Fourth of July fireworks!
"Well, daddy and I have to go." Her mother said standing and bending slightly anticipating Jillian's response.
"Mommy," Jillian said reaching up to hug her mother. Her heart hurt so badly. It felt like it was dragging on the ground," I just miss you so much," she said hugging and kissing her mother.
"Soon, honey, I promise!" Her mother said squeezing her tight and giving her a kiss on the cheek that seemed to last for minutes. Though it was not long enough, and then she was gone.
Jillian walked into Aunt Jana’s kitchen and sat down looking at a plate of French vanilla cake. Is this all there is to it? It’s over with now.
“ Well, wasn’t that a nice party? Jillian, what’s the problem?” Her aunt asked as she saw Jillian’s expression and pulled up a chair. "Would you like a glass of ice tea?"
“ No thank you. I just thought...I don't know what I thought. I invited Sonya. I don't know if she was just busy or didn't want to come. It seems like it was all over really fast.” Her sad face slowly turned to look at her aunt. She saw her aunt’s warm smile and couldn’t help but feel comforted. She leaned over to meet her aunt's outstretched arms and started to feel safe from the sadness she felt in her heart. Aunt Jana gently kissed her on the forehead and then held her face in her hands.
"You know sometimes your friends won't be comfortable with meeting your family. They don't know what to expect, how weird we are or if we would judge them." Looking deep into her teary eyes she smiled and said “I know what's really bothering you, you were just worried that I didn’t get you anything.” Jillian suddenly realized that there wasn’t anything from her aunt. She broke into a big smile.
“ You didn’t forget did you?”
“ Of course not,” she said looking at the board where Jillian had written ‘Jillian’s Birthday Party’ in 3 colors. Aunt Jana’s head motioned towards the side porch. Jillian giggled in anticipation and opened the screen door. It was there on the swing. Beautiful leaves tied with an ivy vine and flowers. She had never seen a living gift wrap. It was so beautiful that she didn't actually want to open it. Yes she did! Tucked in the vine was a dainty handmade card with pressed flowers.
Jillian slowly untangled the vine and the leaves fell open to expose a deep blue velvety pouch with ornate stitching of a sun, moon, star and a rainbow within