I hate today. I want to sleep and daddies won't let me. I don't want to eat! Uurrghhh.
"come on baby girl, open your mouth," Papa says.
I am sitting at the breakfast table. I pout and refuse to open my mouth.
"It's 12, darling. Almost time for lunch. That little tummy of yours needs some food. Be a good girl, have a little something." Papa says.
Daddy is looking at us, eating his brunch.
I throw the spoon away from papa's hand.
He looks angry and I regret my decision already.
"Rosalie, Do you want me to s***k you? You haven't been s*****d by me yet, have you? Trust me you wouldn't want to start now." Papa glares at me.
Daddy s*****d me many times. It hurt a little but goes away after I sleep. Maybe papa will s***k and then let me swleep?
"Open your mouth, Rose," Papa says feeding
