Is It My Face?

I’ve recently become a drunkal to this beautiful niece my sister had and I can’t get enough of her. I was back home the day she was born and now go home every chance I can to see her. She is the sweetest baby you’ll ever meet. She is always laughing, smiling, and talking to herself. She’s honestly the happiest person in the world. They say ignorance is bliss and she proves it. She looks like she’s loving life.

Which is why I assume she’s always smiling. People pass her around like a rag doll sometimes and she stays smiling. Everyone gets a chance to hold her, talk to her, make her laugh, and see her smile. That is everyone until she gets to me. She’s always laughing and so cheerful with anyone else but as soon as my hands grab a hold of her, her smile instantly washes from her face.

Her smile becomes tears and her laughter changes to these screeching cries of help that silent the room. Every time I, her drunkal, get a chance to hold her, she cries. She’s barely a year old, barely has had a chance to get to know me, and already seems to hate me.

I’m not sure what I did to upset her. This started long before I didn’t get her a Christmas gift. This felt like it started immediately when I met her. I have yet to hold her without her crying. I don’t know why or what I did but I’m certain she strongly dislikes me. Maybe when she’s finally able to walk and talk we can figure out why she has this vendetta against me and then I can rightly take the throne of being her favorite drunkal.

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