"She made herself 15 and teleported to highschool"
Said mom.
"Mommy I'm scared, we need to get the remote but Christy is being bad" I said, why am I talking like this,
"Yes she is ... um ... We gotta go!, you're gonna be late" she turns and starts pulling me along
"Oh by the way which kid are you?" Said mom
"Oh yeah I was the oldest" I started tearing up
Mom wiped my tears "hey don't cry we're gonna get that remote ok we'll fix everyone up" despite her words, I could tell she was trying to stay strong with me. the 5 year old part of me believes her without question.
"Where are the others" asked mom.
"Jamie, Danny, and Michael, became dolls. I didn't see Michael mommy!" I was suddenly worried about my brother, was he ok?
Mom saw my worry and said " hey, it's ok he's fine the neighbors watching him"
"Really nothing, so he was ignored because he could not disagree?" Some of the fears subsided.
"I'm sorry mommy this my fault" I felt guilty
"You can't blame yourself none of this is your fault none of this should even be possible this is scary, and you became too young to do anything, I'm gonna fix this don't worry about it for now. Later we can make a plan but right now we need to play along, so let's get you to ballet ok."
"Ok mommy"