CandyCorn

Even though I woke up early that morning, I still spent more of my time just brushing my dolls' hair. I undressed my favorite one just to put her in some new clothes. These weren't even Barbie dolls either, but they were larger dolls that came from different places and occasions.

I began rocking myself back and forth, hoping to keep myself calm. I often fond this a challenge with bad anxiety. I never actually liked dealing with so much all at once, but things seemed to happen to me anyway. I couldn't get any peace from it no matter how hard I tried each time.

"Hey twinny, you want some breakfast?" Cameron asked after peering into my bedroom with a bright smile.

"Yeah," I told him while refusing his eye contact, only to focus more on my dolls than what his facial expressions were.

"Is there anything in particular that you want to eat?" he tilted his head to the side until seeing me shrug. "You can't spend all you're time playing with all of your dolls," he chuckled and shook his head.

"Can you just make me an eggless omelet?" I asked him when he nodded and agreed to doing it.

"Sure I can," he headed into the kitchen until seeing me follow. "Dad should be getting up pretty soon," he said, causing me to scowl.

I never really got along with my dad very much, seeing how neither of us saw eye to eye with one another. I just wish he would learn to understand me more as his only daughter. I wanted a lovable father like girls were supposed to have.