I walked upstairs with Emma onto our floor.
"Wow," She said. "We get this entire floor to ourselves. Looks like we're roommates."
It was pretty nice up there. There was one small living room, but it was appropriately sized for the two of us. There were two bedrooms for each of us and we each had our own bathroom! Best day EVER! (Besides the puking and my knee still hurts, but I'm a girl! I need my own bathroom!) We could easily tell whose room was whose because of the color on the walls. Emma's walls were bright yellow, her favorite color. Mine were light purple-blue, which is the same color as my old bedroom. I was pretty surprised, actually. The paint looked pretty new, so Jerry had to have painted them for us. I almost liked him! Okay, so I kind of liked him, but now I'm at 99% like.
Since there was already a bed for me in my room, I started to put my bedspread with the green and blue polka dots on it.
Emma walked in. "You know we have to thank Jerry for this, right?"
"Yeah, I know." I sighed.
"This was very nice of him. I think he likes you the most."
"That's because I hate him the most."
"Yeah, you do. I've tried to make myself comfortable with him. He's better than Daddy. You know, the real one."
"Well how would I know? He left us because of me."
"Stop that, Izzy, you have to let that go. You know he didn't." Emma sat on my bed next to me.
"As soon as I was born he divorced mom and left. How do you explain that?"
"Okay, I didn't really want to tell you this. Mom was going to, but I will."
"Dad never wanted any of us kids, but Mom did, and he was willing to do anything for her. He always ignored us and never really cared. Mom always cared though. All he wanted was to be with Mom. When he left the day you were born, he didn't leave anything of his memory. He changed his phone number, too. Instead, he left you with mom, as a reminder of 'the mistake she made of letting him leave', so it would compel her to leave us and go to be with him."
"So I'm just a cheap memoir of our dad? That's all I ever was?" I was shocked out of my mind. I couldn't believe how worthless I really was.
"No, you didn't let me finish." Emma continued. "Mom took your birth in a different way. She thought of you as a gift from God to our family. God took away our terrible dad and gave us you. We didn't deserve him, so we lost that dip and got a little sister. And Jerry is a chance at a better father. Yeah, he's totally annoying and he isn't quite the best at being a dad, but he cares." So maybe I'm not worthless...
"Wow." I guess I've never really thought of that. Maybe I always hated Jerry because I've never had anything to compare him too, and I just assumed he was bad.
"So do you like Jerry better now?"
"Not really." (But on the inside... and I mean way down there... I did.)