AN-I am not using original names, except for mom, dad, etc. Also, Babcia means Grandma in Polish (Usually with an accent on top of the c, but for some reason I can't do that right now).
Alanna's POV (Point Of View)
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"Alanna! Why don't you come over here?" My mom yelled down the stairs. "I have something to show you!" Her voice rang out through the house as I wobbled up the stairs on my little two-year old legs.
"Comwing mama!" I yelled back, finally making it up the stairs. Boy was that tricky.
"Hey sweetie, it is your birthday coming up soon, would you like this kind of cake?" She showed me a barbie doll that had a humongous pink icing tutu on. I grinned a big grin.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I squealed. Just then my dad and brother walked. My dad came over to me and picked me up, chuckling.
"What's got here so excited?" He asked Mom, as my brother John went downstairs, probably to start playing farm. He was always playing farm. I'm pretty sure he wanted to be a farmer when he grew up.
"We decided what kind of cake she's having," my Mom's voice bringing me back to the present. "It's going to be a barbie doll with a pink tutu made out of cake. Did you invite your mom?" She asked my Dad.
"I thought you were doing that," he said in his deep voice.
"Mason, she's your mother, and I'm already planning the party, can you not invite your own mother?" Mom replied, getting a little agitated.
"Okay, okay, I will. I need to know the date and time then." She passed Dad my birthday invitation.
"Mama, who else is comwing? I asked her.
"Well sweetie, your Babćia and Grandpa are coming over, along with Granny, Auntie Olivia, Auntie Emma and Uncle Ken and your cousin Mia." Mom said, and I jumped up and down, excited at the prospect of seeing my family again.
"Way!! Way!!" I exclaimed.
Mom and Dad chuckled.
"Sweetie, why don't you go and play with Thomas? I'll be right down to watch you guys," my Mom suggested.
"Okay!" I said, quickly waddling down the stairs to the sight of my John playing with his toy tractors.
"Do you want to drive this guy over to the field so I can unload?" My four year-old brother waved a grain cart in my face that was hitched onto a trac-tractor. I drove it over to where he was sitting and he unloaded the combine into it. "Now take it over to the semi," he said, pointing to a belly-dumper semi.
Mom walked down the stairs when I finished unloading and put me in the play pen. "Dad and I have to go work in the garage for a bit, okay? Get John to come and get us if you need anything." With that, she left to the garage. I watched John play for a few minutes, until he looked up at me, then the play pen I was sitting in. He stood up and came over, grabbing onto the edge and he started pushing the pen around, with me in it. I started giggling like crazy and and John was laughing. Another few minutes later, Mom came down and when she saw what was happening, her eyes widened.
"John!" She cried out. "Stop that! You could hurt your sister!" Reluctantly, he put me down and Mom scooped me up.
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Time Skip
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"Do you like this dress?" My Mom asked from her place in my closet, coming out holding a white dress with pink roses and a pink ribbon around the waist.
I smiled and nodded, showing my excitement. Today was my birthday and I was getting dressed because everyone would be here soon. Mom did my hair in a waterfall ponytail, because my hair was so short. It was a little ponytail right on the top of my head, with the rest of my hair down.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong! The doorbell rang, signalling someone was here. In fifteen minutes, my whole family was here. After opening presents and eating cake, it was time for my family to go. I had got some clothes, and a few toys, that I played with for the rest of the day.
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AN- so I know it wasn't that good, but she was a young girl at that time so she can't remember much, this is about it. Thanks.
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