My name is Lisa Marie, I am 5 years old. My mother says I have cotton candy hair. She usually says that when she is mad at me or pulling my ponytails so tight my eyes look like the little girls that live down the street they eat with sticks. Those girls are amazing.
Right now I am getting ready to fly on an airplane to see my Daddy all by myself. I am going to wear my pink ruffle dress, black shiny shoes, with white and pink ruffle socks. My mother set my hair in squishy rollers so I can have curly hair. I love curly hair. I can’t even hardly wait to get on that plane. I wonder if my face will stretch and flatten because of the speed. I am not even tired either, because I didn’t sleep a wink. Like the time it was Christmas and I peeked at my presents. I thought Santa was going to give me those but I caught my mom and step Dad taking fake pictures of my step Dad in a Santa suit. My mom said “The jig is up, I guess I will just have to tell her the truth, I shot Santa in the butt a couple of years ago and I have been taking these pictures ever since.”I was crushed I tell you. I’m just the girl whose mom shot Santa. I am too old for that now anyway. I am going on an airplane to see my Daddy.
When we arrived at the airport my mother handed all my bags to a guy in a blue suit. I counted 7 of them. That sure is a lot of stuff for just the summer. We walk to a place called Gate B. Mom got me some pink bubble gum. I never get to chew gum because it always ends up in my hair and that’s when I hear mom say “You have cotton candy hair.
Now I hear a lady on the microphone say that all kids without companions get on the plane. But I have a companion her name is Kristy Cry Baby. She even has real tears. My mom doesn’t hear me tell her that because she is talking to a lady with short brown hair and white teeth. The lady leans down to me and asks if she could show me and my companion to our seats. The lady, Kristy and I wave good-bye to mom and walk down a long bouncy tunnel. Like the kind at the park on the jungle gym where I cut my hand open and bled like a stuffed pig my mom says. The lady shows me to my seat, upfront by the window.
Now it is just me and Kristy. I can see mom in the window. I see her crying. Than it makes me think of all those bags. What if I never see her again. What if Daddy doesn’t like pink ruffle dresses and curly cotton candy hair. Me and Kristy start to cry.