29~Hannah

"You're still upset Poof?" Mama said to me in a pouty voice. I had been seated by the pool, with my legs in the water ever since my confrontation with Zach, apparently moody for so many reasons at once.

"I'm not upset Mama." I muttered in denial.

"Don't be like that dear," she walked over and sat next to me.

"I'm really not upset." I sniffed.

"Are you crying?" She peered into my face.

"No!" I whimpered just as a tear dropped. I caught it with the back of my palm.

"Oh my baby." She placed my head on her shoulder as I wept like a baby.

"Mama I hate my life." I whined.

"Hush darling. But why?" She shushed me and asked.

"I just hate everything. I'm so fat, my husband doesn't even care about me, I feel so lost and confused. I'm so tired!" I lamented.

"But Zach cares about you." She said slowly and carefully like she was speaking to a child.

"No he doesn't." I refused to believe that.

"Oh dear, marriage isn't always rosy but I'm sure he cares about you. I just spoke to him and he's reall