Mommy was mad at me, she yelled at me twice already but I didn't care, she said I'm being a brat, but that's fine, I don't mind being a brat. It's all cause I've been fussy, I woke up fussy, didn't eat any food, and threw my pacifier out of the window, I didn't do anything bad.

"It's bedtime Rosabelle," she says, but why does she always put me to bed early, I want to stay up, I wasn't tired nor sleepy, I want to stay awake and so I decided to run away from her.

The house didn't have many hiding places, I could run now, but going up or down the stairs wasn't an option, not since mommy added the stupid puppy gates to stop me from climbing all alone. Instead, I had to hide in my room, not many options again, then I decided to hide in the closet, I went there, and placed both hands over my mouth to keep myself quiet.

"Rosabelle, come here pup," mommy calls, squeezing my favourite toy, trying to get me to come out with the voice of my toy, sometimes that option works, but not tonight.

"Rosa," she calls again going toward the other room I smiled with victory, I won this round, she can't put me to bed if she can't find me.

She kept searching for me for a long time, but after a while I got bored and I might be in need of a change, I yawned and decided to come out, angry at her for not finding me.

"Mommy," I say with a big frown, she came running toward me, she picked me off the floor and landed one painful slap to my bum, making me yelp, what's that for.

"Why are you hiding from me!" she asks angrily, sounding worried and afraid.

"Playing," I say sniffling.

"You don't hide like this from me, not ever again," she scolds me, I just nod still sniffling, I don't like her anymore, I want her to stay away.

She carried me toward her bed as I cried, not wanting to sleep, earlier tonight I've been washed against my will, I like the water and bathing, but not tonight, Emiliyah didn't care that I'm crying simply placing me in the bed as I sobbed into my pillow, she left the room and came back after a couple of minutes with a bottle of warm milk, the one that makes me sleep. She cradled me against her chest and tried to feed it to me, but I was whiny and fussy, I kept fighting her until the bottle went flying against the floor, opening and spilling milky all over the floor.

When I saw my milky on the floor, something broke inside me, that's mine, and now it's gone, what am I going to drink, I started to cry even worse, I think I might have scared mommy even, as she had jumped over to me, and pulled me into her lap, trying to calm me down.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can get you another bottle, mommy is not mad," she assured me but it's not her that's mad, it's me, I'm mad at her for calling me a brat, for not finding me, and now dropping my milky.

"Milky, milky," I cry, as she bounced me around, she looked like she was close to joining me in the tears, but I didn't know how to react to that, but by crying some more.

"Calm down sweetie, mommy got milky right here, look," she says, and I turn to her sniffling, but the milky is on the floor.

"Yes, good puppy, mommy got you overwhelmed didn't she," she says and I nod, she's bad mommy.

"I'm sorry baby, how about mommy get you fresh milky?" she says and I nod my head yes, I want it, we learned something about milky in a mommy and me class, but I don't remember much, my brain is all fuzzy. She pulled me against her lap again, this time my face went against her naked skin, the skin-to-skin contact helped me calm down, and then she kept caressing my cheeks until I opened my mouth, feeling warm milky against my lips, I latched right on, drinking what's mine.

"Good girl, such a good girl," mama praises me, petting my ears until I fell asleep, snoring deeply happy with a full stomach now.