I don’t know. That’s the least of my worries right now, honestly. I particularly like the name Johanna.
I’m twenty now. And oh, I’m sure you’re quite the saint, whoever you are!
Don’t you have something better to do with your life than resulting to calling me derogatory names behind a grey face, hm?
Missy on the right with her sister Alice on the left; taken by Dominic Hastings in 1996
I think I’m going to enjoy my niece-less life before that slimy thing comes out.
Niece? Why are you so sure it’ll be a girl? And by the way, I need you to take me to the doctor’s soon. Make sure it’s still kicking and all that.
I will do what I want. And I am the one taking you to shelter where’s my credit for that?!
Sure. But you’re also treating me like shit at the same time, so they kind of cancel each other out there. I’m not just going to be a mom, you’re going to be an aunt, too. Grow up.
Yes. Yes I am. Weaker than paper.
I could insult you right now. I could say a lot of terrible things about you. But I won’t. Because I’m your big sister, and I’m a better person than that. Insult me all you want, Alice. It’s not going to change the fact that I’m pregnant and the father left the day after.