Amelia's POV...F.L.A.S.H.B.A.C.K...
"But movfer please, mama, I'd really love a doggy. They're just the bestest thing and I'd take him for walkies and i would coddle him and feed him and love him forever and ever...."
My mother looked at a the five year old child with missing front teeth and smiled endearingly.
"I'm sorry Amelia, mother and father just aren't around enough to help you look after a dog. Your brothers are also incapable of looking after themselves so I don't know how they'd look after a dog."
I huffed, throwing my arms in the air, "But I'll look after him" I said dragging out the letter "m" for far to long.
"Amelia, I've explained this before." My mother said tapping her foot aggressively.
"But"
"No buts. You're trying my patience little one. You better be careful"
