(Esmee) Powerless (Mi's side)

Ok i am really worried people are realyl not enjoying this any more. I promnise i am trying to get back to the point but i am grasping at straws for a way to actualy get there. Ugh. I feel like such a failier right now. Writing storys was one of the only things i used to be abel to do well and now i am even bad at that. 


(Esmee) Powerless
Around Six thirty our new personal alarm clock come bounding into are bedroom and clambered clumsily up onto my side of the bed. I had left Bobby’s room around five and gone back to my are room where I spent the rest of the time nuzzled into Emmet’s chest feeling his heart beat up against my cheek and listening to his slow deep even breaths as he slept. At around six I had dropped off two into a dreamless sleep.

“Good morning Esmee, good morning Emmet.” Bobby said sweetly wriggling down below the covers waiting for me to wrap him up in the familiar early morning cuddle that had come tradition soon after he arrived with us after he had arrived in are bedroom on the first morning tears rolling down over his face declaring that he missed mummy’s cuddles. Emmet had got out of bed bent down to his height and said;
“Esmee’s cuddles may not be quite as speachel as mummy’s but she is very good at it too so why don’t you get in beside her while a go and get Mia and let her have a go at it.” From then on the routine was set.

“You almost give cuddles like my mummy Esmee.” Bobby whispered as I cradled him in close to my body while stroking my fingers through his baby blonde hair.
“Esmee?” booby asked gently as he played with a lose thread on my night dress.

“Yes my honey”

“Does my mummy not love me any more? Is that why mummy sent me to you? Because she not love me like she used to?” Bobby asked sadly rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Samuel at school said I am only living with you because my mummy doesn’t love me any more. He said that she wanted to get rid of me so she dumped me here with you.” Bobby whined tears starting to take over his voice as he thought about his mother.

Bobby was an unusual case. As in his mother loved him more then life it’s self. Mrs Ashford had no one in her life apart from her little lad. She worked a full time job paid the rent on a perfect little two bedroom flat and provided for her son better then most families ever could however a few weeks ago Mrs Ashford learnt she was sick and had to spend some time in hospital where she would be unable to look after her son. Normally a family member would take in a child in this case but there was no family and no willing friends so foster care was the only option.

My soul ached for the crying child that I held in my arms. With out even really meaning it other kids could be so cruel. Bobby was just five years old. He had never spent a night away from his mother in his whole life and then one day a stranger comes takes him by the hand and delivers him to us saying that he was going to be living with us for a while. His world had been turned upside down and inside out and once again there was nothing I could do to help him nothing I could do to even start to make it any better. I was completely powerless to do anything to make any difference and with out meaning to my own tears started falling as well.