A week past and not much has changed. I mean Clara did come back but if you saw those to you could definitely see something was wrong. Clara didn't look as vibrant and hopeful like she always did. It was like something was broken inside of her. If it was hard for me to see her like this, I couldn't even imagine what Erine was going through.

I didn't write another letter. On hindsight I thought I would be doing more harm than good I mean would you write a letter to somebody important and start it with,"Dear Somebody, what the heck?"

I was terrified for days that I actually sent that mail. What if my phone looked up who I was writing it for and auto sent it? You can't trust technology these days not to do something like that. So I found myself checking my phone hour after hour for any sign of that letter. I'm pretty sure my mom thought I was texting a guy. Oh I wish!

Bear learned how to grab something and stand up with it's help like two weeks ago and he also developed a habit of throwing things he got his hand into. I wasn't kidding when I said he was strong because he scared Mrs.Miller the other day by throwing his elephant at her when she came into the room to tell me something. Ever since then Bear's favorite thing to do it looked like was to take down Mrs Miller. For a baby he even had impressive aim. I was trying to teach him not to do that these days. As much as I didn't like Mrs.Miller I didn't want Bear to grow up violent.

He was going to be a handful when he grows up more.

I came back after a long day wrangling my strong little bear when I saw Erine standing at the door with a scowl on her face. Behind her I could see my mom standing shaking her head as well. I immediately thought about everything bad i did in my life. Which one of them were they angry about?

"Shortie! Did you do anything incredibly stupid recently?" she said each word really slow, as if she was giving me time to process everything.

My mind race but I could come up with anything that qualifies as incredibly stupid since the time I accidentally kidnapped Bear.

"Um... I'm pretty sure whatever it is we can discuss"

I put my hands up in defense. It was stupid. She will not hurt me physically. Her words are way more deadlier than a slap would be and half the time I couldn't even understand the words she was using. I didn't even know that there were so many ways to call someone an idiot.

"Did you write a letter to the approval agency?"

Oh fish sticks. Oh crap. How could this come back and bite me in the ass so soon? This was my worst nightmare as in a couple of days I dreamt of this exact scenario. I pinched myself a couple of times to make sure I wasn't actually dreaming.

"I can explain. I ... uh...really ...all I wanted to do was ..."what was I even trying to say?

"Because I just got a mail today."

She picked up her own phone and pulled up the mail. I looked around for places to hide. I wasn't about to stand here and listen to the consequences of my actions.

"Dear Dr.Short, After careful consideration of Miss Short's appeal and testimony in regards to your application, we have decided to revisit our earlier decision and grant you approval to .... "

I didn't listen to anymore cause my brain was having a hard time processing what I was hearing. Grant approval? Revisit decision? Did that mean what I think that means?

"Wait. Does that mean? You guys can" I couldn't even finish my sentence I was smothered by a hug. Even Clara and mom joined the hug.

"I saw the letter you wrote Shortie. It was beautiful."

Was it? I can't remember exactly what I wrote before but I have a hard time imagining any of it being beautiful.

"I never knew you wrote so well or that you knew how to contact the director of the agency."

wait . wait. I didn't know how to do either of those things. It meant one of two things, My phone took pity on me and jazzed up my letter before sending it to the highest possible authority in the agency or someone more sentient than my phone did. There were only three people in that house that day and Bear couldn't even talk yet. Don't get me wrong: our phones are incredibly smart, just not that smart.

As soon as I could drag myself from all the celebration I sneaked into my room and closed the door behind me. I wanted answers. I wanted answers now.

For a long time I thought he was not going to pick up. He was so busy he didn't even come home for three days. He wasn't even on earth these days. My heart was beating so fast that it didn't even bother me how much this inter planetary phone call was going to cost me.

"You sent my letter to the agency, didn't you?"

"Is this how usually humans greet a person?"

"Not now. Mr Jack. not now."

"Yes I did. Congratulate your sisters for me Madeline."

"How did you ...why did you?"

"You left your phone unlocked"

Stupid phone and it's 30 second self locking delay!

"I saw how much it meant to you and I wanted to do something for you. I knew some people"

I bet he did.

"You didn't send it as is did you?"

He laughed. Glad one of us thought this was funny.

"Of course not. I didn't think all of your words were appropriate but the feeling was the same."

"Well first of all thank you. You have no idea how happy you made my family today. Mom even brought out the fancy wine to celebrate. But going through someone's phone is creepy"

"Your welcome. It was for a good cause"

"It really wasn't. I'm pretty sure my sisters would be so grateful to you when I tell them what you did. They think it was all me."

"It was all you Madeline. Don't tell them anything else? I know you'll find this hard to believe but you have no idea how much of an impact you have on people."

I never thought there would come a day when Mr Jack would praise me like this. No one ever said that about me. People usually had a lot to say about me but it was never something positive.

"But it's..."

"No buts Madeline This is all you. I was only the messenger. Go and enjoy with your family. You deserve it."

Long after the call ended, I kept thinking about his words. Things really did change, didn't they in these past six months. Six months ago, nothing I did was remotely right. Here I was with the rest of my family and all of them were saying good things about me. Even dad.

It. felt. Awesome.