Jessica POV :||

Paul knocked on the door, me holding onto my squirmy baby. Marcia opened the door with a smile. "Paul, Jessica, Mary." she says, allowing us inside.

John greeted Paul and Mary like normal, but when he got to me, instead of criticizing me, he put on a smile."You look nice, Jessica." he simply said.

"You're never this nice to me, who held a knife to your throat and asked you to be?"

Marcia coughed, and glared at me."He doesn't have to be nice to me. I don't really care anymore." I shrug.

"Hey, I'm keeping my word for Marcia." John says. I sighed, "You look nice to, John."

Paul and Marcia exchanged smiles.

"I'm going to take Mary outside." I say. All I really want right now is to be with my daughter, and at least seem like a normal mommy. I let a single tear slide down my cheek as I close the door.

Why am I crying? Is it the fact I'm not accepted? Or that I'll never be normal? Now that I think of it, is there really such a thing AS normal? Aren't we all different? In our own weird ways, I suppose.

Written By Chandler.