REQUEST!!!

You were only a few minutes old when your mother passed away. Your whole life has just been you, your sister Kassidy, and your father, Travis. Sure he cared for you well, he was an expert girl dad. He could braid hair and tie ribbons and even learnt how to apply your sisters competition makeup. But he wasn't that mother figure you needed. Of course you never complained. Your sister was a good 9 years older than you.

Now you're 6, and Kassidy is 15. She has changed a lot since losing her mother. She used to be this graceful ballerina with pink ribbons in her hair and adored her mothers pop and soft music... Now she was cold, dry, and the opposite. She died her hair from a light brown to dark red, and constantly blasted rap music from her bedroom. You never saw the hype in it.

One December afternoon, while you were colouring in at the kitchen table, Travis bought in a very pretty blonde woman Travis introduced as Taylor. And that wasn't the first time she was here. You loved her. She sometimes bought gifts or baked goods amd she always smelt good... But Kassidy hated her. Which of course led to arguement after arguement with your father when he announced that Taylor would be moving in and wanted to help with caring for you both.

"I DON'T WANT THAT BLONDE WOMAN IN MY MOTHER'S SPOT. DO YOU NOT CARE ABOUT MOM ANYMORE!?" Kassidy shouted at Travis, her voice echoing down the hall as you stood int he doorway of your room. You couldn't sleep with all this noise.

"Kassidy. You do not get to speak about Taylor like that. She is not replacing your mother but she is staying and wants to help." Travis scolded, his voice deep but not too loud. Taylor exited their bedroom at the sound of the shouting and saw you in your doorway. She quickly came to your side.

"Hey baby... Are you okay, love?"