I heard a soft knock on my door.
“Alia, are you awake?” Camilla asked.
I jumped. I had fallen asleep in my clothes! My hair was all knotted and my clothes were rumpled. I checked my new watch. I was surprised it already was 7:30. My grandma had always waked me up at 5am, blowing a horn in my ear.
Camilla entered slowly, the door creaking a little. She sat down on my bed. I straightened up and move over so she could have room. It was the classic mother-daughter exchange.
“Alia honey, is something bothering you? I could change my home-school curriculum if you needed.”
“I’m fine mom,” I said. The word ‘mom’ felt good coming out of my mouth. I had never known my real mother.
“Are you sure honey?” Camilla asked, worry lines etching her forehead. I never knew she was that old. She seemed like a perfect mother to me.
“I’m sure mom”, I replied. “I promise.”
She left, closing the door behind her. I sat up and stretched. I was still as rumpled as my clothes. I walked over to my closet and picked out a colorful shirt and brown shorts. The first thing Camilla had done for me is taken me shopping. That’s when I decided to like her.
I smelled pancakes cooking as I went down the stairs to the kitchen. Could this woman be any more perfect? I decided she couldn’t when I ate my first bite of pancakes. Perfectly browned and evenly cooked just how I like them.
I wiped the maple syrup from my chin and looked to see Camilla still cooking pancakes.
“Are you going to eat?” I asked her. “You should taste your masterpiece. They’re wonderful!”
“Not today sweetie,” Camilla said. “I need to watch my weight.”
“But why?” I asked. “You’re perfect!”
“But some people don’t think so sweetie.”
I pondered that. Maybe I should start watching how much chocolate I ate. I promised myself I would go to the work out later today
Look for part 3