Allie+Lucarelli

<> PRINCESS(:

I used to be the only girl… till I heard

“Allie! Call Grandma the baby’s coming!” daddy yelled. “Grandma the baby’s coming I yelled into the phone.” I screamed into the phone. She rushed into the hospital and that night, October 9th 2009, my sister was born. I was SO excited!!! I couldn’t stop smiling. It was my first baby sister, Gianna was so TINY! She looked adorable with her huge brown eyes and dinky toes.

Since she was so little, my dad didn’t want to hold her. My dad thought he was going to hurt her. My step mom told him he won’t hurt her. But he didn’t believe her. When we brought her home, he stayed away, afraid to damage the fragile and beautiful new creature of life. After three months he finally held her.

On Gianna’s first birthday my step mom had a huge party for all the friends and family. Grandpa Marco announced that Gianna and I look exactly alike. “Gianna might have looked like Allie when she was born but she looks like Cameron now.” Daddy added. “Oh please! She will look like me.” Jessica stated. Everyone thinks she will look just like me. Jessica still thinks she will look like her. HA!

“Brandon what should we call Gianna?” Jessica exclaimed. “I have no clue.” Brandon whispered. “I know what we can call her!” Anthony yelled. “What?” Jessica replied. “We can call her princess or diva!” Anthony stated. “Fine, princess it is!” Jessica hollered. So now they call her princess. I always got jealous, I still am. When I heard this name I felt like my I was going to cry like a baby cries for its mommy when its diapers wet. I was so jealous because I used to be daddy’s princess.

“We can’t call her princess.” daddy declared. “Why?” Jessica groaned. “We can’t call her princess because that’s what we Allie!” Daddy wailed. “Fine! We can call Gianna something else.” Jessica nagged. “Good, maybe we can call her diva or even tuka mama’s.” Daddy explained. “We can call her anything you want.” Jessica scolded. “Its okay daddy” I blurted out. “Im too old to get called princess”

“Its okay, its okay” I thought because I realized im older now and I don’t need to be called princess. Being called princess is what babies get called, but I liked being called that. However, daddy always says, “no matter what you’ll always be my little girl!” When my dad first told me that, I was so happy and so upset at the same time because I though he didn’t care about me … I thought he didn’t love me… but after hearing this I realized that no matter how old I get, I will always be his princess.