Category: Ottilie Weber

Ottilie Weber

Do you think Bubbles wants Chinese food because it’s made out of cats?” Genevieve questioned, shoveling a big bite into her mouth.”Genevieve, that’s just gross and wrong. Don’t say things like that. Bubbles is a dog, and their stomachs are bottomless pits. They’ll eat anything and everything in sight.”Genevieve quickly swallowed. “Well, Bobby said in China they eat cats.””Gen, I assure you, we.are.not eating cats,” I responded slowly trying to make sure another food wasn’t crossed off her ‘will eat’ list. It was ever growing shorter.”All lies!” Genevieve proclaimed, sticking her fork high in the air with a piece of chicken, only to have it fall, never touching the floor. “See? Cat!

Ottilie Weber

He thinks you’re pretty.” Genevieve yawned. “Guys always think you’re pretty.””Well people think you look like me,” I responded.”They’re only being nice.” Her voice was hurt as she curled closer to me.”They aren’t being nice. You’re beautiful, smart, and you know who you are. You’re never afraid of saying what you believe in. I never want you to forget that, Genevieve,” I spoke tenderly as I watched her eyes start to sag. “I love you, Genevieve.