Mama, can you pass me the donuts, please?
“And I’d love another glass of milk.” Exclaimed Dahlia.
“But Dahlia, sweetheart, you’ve already had three doughnuts. Are you sure you want to have another?” Mama asked cautiously.
“Dahlia, you’re always eating doughnuts. When you gonna stop? One day my sister’s gonna turn into a big ol’ doughnut and everybody’s gonna laugh at her.” Mocked Dahlia’s sister Tangela.
“Oh, y’all are just jealous because I’m pretty and I can eat as many donuts as I want and I’ll never get fat.” Boasted Dahlia.
Oh friends... Ouch!
That was kind of a painful conversation. We just got a glimpse into a typical day of Dahlia’s childhood. Her siblings were not very nice to her, were they!
One day after school, Dahlia popped into her favorite bakery
But, the more Dahlia’s brother, Tango, and her sister, Tangela made fun of her, the more resistant she became. She had such a strong disposition, and she was always a happy person.
Was Dahlia turning into a doughnut?
Mostly, Dahlia grew up in a happy home, at least with her Mum, but mealtimes were always stressful. So she went through her childhood, with her sister’s remarks seared in her mind, that one day she would turn into a donut if she kept eating her favorite food. During her teen years, Dahlia grew a bit chubby. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she began to notice three odd rings starting to take shape in her middle.
She didn’t pay too much attention to the odd rings vaguely emerging from her belly. After all, she was a pretty girl, a very sweet one at that and very intelligent.
“Dahlia, you are the kindest sweetest and prettiest girl I have ever known and what matters is what’s on the inside. You have a heart of gold my dear.” Claimed Mama.
“Oh mama, I love you so much I just think that I’m getting a little bit chubby. What do you think?”
“You don’t have a thing to worry about, my dear. You just go on being the beautiful person that you are.” Mama cried.
Their talks often left her feeling unsettled
This was the type of conversation that Dahlia had often with her mama. But what made her feel good was having another doughnut. And her favorite doughnuts were the ones with the pink sprinkles.
Years passed by as Dahlia went through high school with stellar grades and graduated with honors. All the while, the three rings in her middle began to take shape until one day, she looked in the mirror and gasped. For right before her eyes, she could see the shape of three rings with pink sprinkled doughnuts in her middle. As confident as Dahlia was, she noticed people staring at her wherever she went.
Dahlia worried that it must have something to do with the three doughnuts lodged in her middle. But she didn’t know how to get rid of them. Finally, she accepted that they were a part of who she was. But Dahlia had mastered a talent that no one else in the family had done. She became an expert at creating and baking the most delicious, wonderful pastries that no one could resist. Dahlia dreamed of owning her own bakery and selling wonderful pastries to people who could appreciate her talent. Eventually, she realized that the pink sprinkled donuts lodged in her middle complemented her talent. But certainly, her home state of Texas was no place to open a bakery.
One day after school, Dahlia popped into her favorite bakery
to pick up a couple of doughnuts when she overheard a conversation between two odd-looking girls.
“Katie, have you heard of Daisy’s World? I hear it’s amazing, but it’s not easy to get into.”
“Yes, Jodi, I have heard of Daisy’s World. I heard it’s really difficult to get into. But a lot of really cool folks live there. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.”
Said Katie to Jodi.
“I wonder if we qualify, Katie. We’re both a little bit different.
The two girls, Katie and Jodi, strolled off to a little table to enjoy their pastries and coffee. And Dahlia wondered. Maybe she could live in Daisy’s World and open her bakery!
“How can I move to Daisy’s World? I don’t even know where it is or if it even exists!”
Wondered Dahlia.
An invitation from Daisy's World!
From a young age, Dahlia’s mama had taught her the power of positive thinking and how it can shape your fate. And so it was that Dahlia thought, perhaps if she willed Daisy’s World into existence, she could move there. It was a crazy thought, but she did it anyway.
Several weeks later, Dahlia received an invitation in the mail. Who on earth would send her an invitation? She was curious, but a little nervous at the same time. The invitation was sealed with pink wax and looked very official. As Dahlia opened it, she removed a beautiful card with gold lettering, and she read it.
It was an invitation from Daisy’s World! Dahlia was shocked. She couldn’t believe that she had received such an invitation, much less the fact that Daisy’s World did, in fact, exist. And clearly, it was by invitation only to enter. There was simply no question. Dahlia was honored to accept the invitation. She decided to make the announcement to her family that evening at dinner.
“But Dahlia, my sweetheart, how will you ever survive there? I’ve never even heard of Daisy’s world!”
Questioned Dahlia’s mama, as then she broke into tears.
“You see, Dahlia, you’re just upsetting Mama.”
Charged Dahlia’s sister, Tangela.
“I don’t believe a thing about this Daisy’s World place. You’re crazy to move to a place you never even heard of.”
Accused Tangela.
“We don’t even know where it is”
Claimed Tango, in a rage.
“I know y’all don’t support my decision, but my decision is final. And as much as I’ll miss y’all, I’m leaving this weekend. Announced Dahlia. Well, I don’t know, my dear. I need to call your father and let him know.”
Said Dahlia’s mom as she sobbed at the thought of losing her daughter.
Dahlia had not seen her father for years since he left the family
“It’s okay, Mama. Don’t cry. Y’all can come and visit me after I settle in. I’m gonna open a bakery!”
Dahlia’s decision was final. She had taken a stand. And so it was that Dahlia and her three pink donuts lodged in the middle moved to Daisy’s world.
To be continued…
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