TBS: Quiet
Age Five.
Daphne always said that children were to be seen and not heard. Sasha couldn't understand why it was so important to her, but she didn't bother trying to talk back to her mother anymore. Her father would rescue her from the party in a few hours, and then she would be safe.
She was going to keep playing her game until then. There were a lot of things that Sasha could think of that didn't make any noise. At the Christmas party she had been a fish, but now it was New Years Eve and she was going for something prettier: a doll. And not just any doll, no. Sasha aimed higher than that.
Her doll of choice's name was Chrissy. She had short black hair, hazel eyes, ivory skin, and a white and red polka dot dress that Sasha secretly wanted for herself. She had gotten her for Christmas and they hadn't been separated since then. Sasha had asked if she could take her along, but her father had pointed out that it would make her mother very unhappy, and she had reluctantly agreed to leave her in her room.
At five years old, Sasha could understand that dolls probably didn't have feelings. She still swore she could tell when a stuffed animal in a toy store needed to be taken home, and felt guilty when she had to leave one behind. Feelings or no feelings, they always looked like they needed someone to play with them.
But Chrissy would be okay in Sasha's room, and she could spend the night imagining what it was like to be her. And maybe if Chrissy did have thoughts and could feel things after all, she was in her room pretending to be Sasha. She knew better, but no one could ever really be sure.
Sasha didn't really like spending the whole night without talking, but it made her mother happy, and her father seemed especially proud of her when he picked her up - doll in hand.
"People thought she was mine," he joked, helping Sasha get her coat on. Then he handed her the doll and picked her up, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "I heard you were good."
"No, I was quiet," Sasha told him, hugging her doll tight and resting her head against his chest. "Like a doll."
"Like Chrissy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow to his daughter and then shaking his head when she nodded in response. "I like having a little girl better. I get too many weird looks when I'm just carrying around dolls."
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
435 words
Daphne always said that children were to be seen and not heard. Sasha couldn't understand why it was so important to her, but she didn't bother trying to talk back to her mother anymore. Her father would rescue her from the party in a few hours, and then she would be safe.
She was going to keep playing her game until then. There were a lot of things that Sasha could think of that didn't make any noise. At the Christmas party she had been a fish, but now it was New Years Eve and she was going for something prettier: a doll. And not just any doll, no. Sasha aimed higher than that.
Her doll of choice's name was Chrissy. She had short black hair, hazel eyes, ivory skin, and a white and red polka dot dress that Sasha secretly wanted for herself. She had gotten her for Christmas and they hadn't been separated since then. Sasha had asked if she could take her along, but her father had pointed out that it would make her mother very unhappy, and she had reluctantly agreed to leave her in her room.
At five years old, Sasha could understand that dolls probably didn't have feelings. She still swore she could tell when a stuffed animal in a toy store needed to be taken home, and felt guilty when she had to leave one behind. Feelings or no feelings, they always looked like they needed someone to play with them.
But Chrissy would be okay in Sasha's room, and she could spend the night imagining what it was like to be her. And maybe if Chrissy did have thoughts and could feel things after all, she was in her room pretending to be Sasha. She knew better, but no one could ever really be sure.
Sasha didn't really like spending the whole night without talking, but it made her mother happy, and her father seemed especially proud of her when he picked her up - doll in hand.
"People thought she was mine," he joked, helping Sasha get her coat on. Then he handed her the doll and picked her up, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "I heard you were good."
"No, I was quiet," Sasha told him, hugging her doll tight and resting her head against his chest. "Like a doll."
"Like Chrissy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow to his daughter and then shaking his head when she nodded in response. "I like having a little girl better. I get too many weird looks when I'm just carrying around dolls."
Sasha Hoffman
Original Character
435 words