No ware to go (private)

[K13diaper]

Kirstie was sitting in the back seat of a cab, with a small bag on her lap. She a normal size for the age of 14,with long brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She was waring black jeans and a Gothic t shirt that said dead and loving it on it.

She was on the way to her Aunts house. Her mother had died 3 days ago when she was drunk driving. She was never very responsible but did love Kirstie with all her heart and Kirstie was taking her death heard even if she wouldn't show it.

[Miss Manners]

Juliette had just come home from church and it was close to early spring, just when the flowers started their budding blooms and blossoms. she hadn't changed out of her Sunday best yet, and decided to boil some water for a late morning tea. she gazed at the drab dining room table and sighed to herself, as it needed some dressing up so she went to her garden, snipped a few fresh flowers, brought them in and placed them in a pretty vase. that looked so much better she cheerfully smiled!

Juliette sat down quietly to sip some tea when suddenly her phone rang. the party on the other end broke the grave news to her. her estranged sister of 15 years had passed away in a car accident just three days ago! she had left some dying wishes that her little 14 year old daughter was to be given custody to her sister Juliette. the party on the other end did not specify her niece's status except to say she lived in a dysfunctional home for the most part due to alcoholism and was in dire need of a lot of wholesome parenting and loving care.

Juliette explained to the party that she was a single woman with no spouse in life and that she lived alone. they assured her that did not matter as her late sister always thought highly of her character and judgment and her child would be safe and well cared for if she took her in.

no word was provided by the other party when her niece would arrive, other than her name was "Kirstie" and she was on her way. Juliette did have a spare bedroom she secretly decorated as a nursery, wishing some day she'd have a little one of her own in her life perhaps by adoption, to love and care for; but she had no idea about this arriving child as to what physical and mental condition she was in after experiencing such a trauma.

Juliette hoped for the best, sat her tea cup down and went into the nursery she had decorated so elegantly with a crib, a changing table, a few nursery needs, baby necessities, odds and ends, and a pretty princess canopy bed with an adorably quilted spread, and some soft stuffed toys placed around the pillow. the nursery had an adjoining bathroom with tub and sink. Juliette knew early on she definitely wanted a little girl. boys were so rough and wild and unruly with such a penchant for dirt and getting so filthy! her maternal instincts suddenly surfaced in anxious anticipation for this sudden unknown "expectancy." Juliette realized the reality of her situation as she was in her mid-30's and her biological clock was running out. she returned to her living room and nervously fidgeted with her tea cup, waiting for the knock on the door.

[K13diaper]

Kirstie arrived at Aunt's her with a frown "This is going to make things so much harder." she mumbled to herself. You see her mother was more like a fun big sister to her. Even though she wasn't resonsable she was the only person that knew how to cheer Kirstie up when she was upset, which was rather often as Kirstie was a bit of a out cast. All her friends at school just wanted drugs or sex, both of which they would ask Kirstie for and when she said no she would be an out cast of every group. So really she had only ever had her mother.

Kirstie took a deep breath and knocked on the door with a shaky heand.

[Miss Manners]

prior to Kirstie's arrival, Juliette felt it necessary to shed her Sunday best and don a more casual, relaxed mode. fetching a pair of white short-shorts, white tennies, and a pretty tank top, she gazed at herself in the mirror and thought she looked quite chique! she finished her tea when hearing the knock on her front door. taking her time to answer, she slowly but cautiously opened it only to behold what looked like a little street waif, with a *death and lovin' it* shirt and black jeans. oh my, she thought, she looks sooo Goth! pale skin and all!

she held back her instant shock figuring this must be her niece Kirstie she was told about. she was careful not to be judgmental and to look past the outer cover and look and listen into Kirstie's heart and soul instead. nevertheless she presented Kirstie with a sweet, sincere smile and welcomed her in, extending to her a warm welcoming hand.

"Hi, are you Kirstie? my sister never had told me about you and i'm assuming you're the niece i've never had the pleasure of meeting. please come in and make yourself comfy. would you care for a cup of tea Kirstie, and when have you last eaten?"

Kirstie looked so emaciated for a girl her age.

[K13diaper]

"Um no tea thanks I'm more a coffee person." She said and came in looking at the very warm and homely house it was very difrent compared to the one bed room apartment she had with her mother.

[Miss Manners]

Juliette perked brightly at Kirstie's request for coffee.
"what a lovely idea Kirstie. thank-you! i had never thought of that! we have some hazelnut coffee if you'd like and earlier i baked some yummy Bundt cake spiced with sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg, and it's still warm! that always goes great with coffee!"

she dispensed a carafe of cold water in the coffee brewer to brew a fresh pot.

never assuming that Kirstie would accept it, she politely asked her little niece if she would like some Bundt cake.

"may i share a piece of it with you Kirstie? it definitely is soo soo yummy!" she smiled at her cheerfully.

Juliette so wanted to listen to her niece's experiences and how she felt but did not want to overwhelm her with probing questions; and her gentle hugs would come soon as a result of Kirstie's sharing her heart and soul.

[K13diaper]

"Em I'm not hungry thanks." She said drinking the coffee with no milk or sugar. She hasn't really eaten since her mothers death and she didn't know how to reacted to someone so cheerful.

[Miss Manners]

seeing her little niece's pawl of sadness cast over her eyes, she watched as she sipped the black coffee and offered her a creamer of fresh half-and-half and a silver dish of sugar cubes with a pincer.

"would you like cream and sugar with that Kirstie, or just black?"

Juliette was so enthused to have met her little niece she couldn't contain her cheerfulness
but realized this little teen had been through a very traumatic experience losing the one person in the world she trusted and loved; and not understanding the connectivity of having her sister's daughter suddenly enter her life, Julie would have to adjust accordingly.

Kirstie was a sweet child, in spite of her Goth appearance and it would take time to build trust and respect which never was handed to anyone carte blanche in any situation. it had to be earned.

"c'mon Kirstie, lets go outside and talk. it's such a lovely day."

Julie invited Kirstie to join her out on the back porch, sitting on the stairs at her level she put her arm around her and asked her with concern, "Kirstie, you sure you wouldn't like some Bundt cake? look, you don't have to eat it with a fork."

Julie pinched a bite size piece off with three fingers and popped it in her mouth, then pinched off another piece offering it to Kirstie.

[K13diaper]

Kirstie takes the small piece and eats it she was rather hungry but said she was fine with black coffee. She is a bit tens in her Aunt's arms as she has only ever been comfortable with that sort of thing with her mother. She was being a lot shyer than usual normally she is quite out going.

[Miss Manners]

smiling delightfully seeing her little niece nibbling on the tiny tid-bit of her fresh bundt cake, she knew time would be necessary for Kirstie to unwind and feel comfortable in the surroundings of her new home. she could really love this little girl as her own as gazing on her pretty face, she reminded Julie of her sister so much.

"Kirstie, there's more where that came from when you want it, but first let's get you situated in your new home. may i ask what you have in that little bag you carried in sweetie?"

she waited patiently to hear Kirstie respond, as she felt that little bag contained the only posession remaining in her life after losing her mommy.