Chapter 14

Baby's POV

The next morning I was awakened to my poorly placed covers being thrown off of me, exposing me to the cooler air of the nursery. Immediately I knew that my nurse was not yet back. She never woke me up in that startling manner. She always was gentle and said good morning in a sing-song voice. Then she would gather me up in my blankets and put me on her lap and rock me in her chair until I was fully awake. Yes, I was a bit spoiled, but that is truly the best way to be woken up.

I was then pulled up out of bed by my arms and picked up and carried to a wash room. When it was time for my bath my nurse would always warm up the room and the towels for me as well as make sure the bath water was just right. That was not the case that morning. The water, the room, and the towel all felt extremely cold. My little body couldn't help but shiver and I couldn't help but sniffle throughout the horrible experience; trying my best not to cry.

Again, I was powerless; helpless in my circumstances. I hated them for making me feel that way, but I hated myself even more.

By the time I was washed, dressed, and carried to the dining room for the morning meal, I felt cold all the way down to my bones, my skin hurt from the abrasive washing, and I am sure I had bruising in the shape of fingerprints on my skin.

I thought that I would be able to hear about nurse or at least complain about the treatment I had received that morning, but found my only table companion to be my sister, whom I had gathered did not really like me.

The morning meal went much better food and drink-wise compared to the previous week. I soon realized that it wasn't the usual girl who was helping me eat and drink. Instead it was the same lady who startled me awake and scrubbed me raw. Although I hated that experience, I had to admit it was nice to not be soaked in water and food by the end of the meal.

This meal I was even given milk. It tasted sweet and creamy! Enjoying the milk, I drank it all down and tried to eat as much as possible since I wasn't sure how my next meal would go. By the end of the morning meal my stomach had started to hurt which I couldn't help but contribute to over-eating.

I was taken back to my room where I promptly laid down and went to sleep. I'm not really sure how long I slept for, but what woke me up was the feeling that my throat was on fire. I couldn't even speak. I tried, but no sound would come out.