Family time. It was a time Marissa used to love at the orphanage, because it involved nothing but laughter, stories and games with the blonde’s favorite little girl in the whole world. All the time was family time – up until the day Davy was adopted. The meaning of family time these days was Davy out with her “parents” while Marissa was left all by herself in Davy’s bedroom, or where ever else. She could feel herself slipping away, and it frightened her more than anything else. She felt as though her daughter was being taken away from her, but no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, Davy seemed as though she was fighting Marissa’s existence. Like she didn’t want to believe Marissa was really there.
Tonight was one of those lonely nights. But instead of fighting away tears in Davy’s bedroom, she decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to hopefully clear her mind. The lonesome imaginary mother ended up in the empty playground near the neighborhood. She took a seat on the swing set, gently moving herself back and forth, toes of her shoes dragging the dirt with her movements. She silently wished to herself that she was real, over and over again, staring off into space.