Success

Emilia blinked once, twice, and then a third time, just to make sure she was really seeing what she thought she was seeing. Once her little eyes and tiny five-year-old hands confirmed it to be true, she let out a squeal of happiness and her short, blond girls began to merrily bounce up and down. Her lips spread into a smile of glee and she clapped her palms together in joy. It may not have seemed like much to anyone else, but to this girl, to this blissful, mesmerized girl, it was her life's first major success.

"Mommie, mommie, come see," the little girl cried out, rushing to the desk where her light-haired mother sat, pouring over legal briefs. "Come see what I did."

"Not now sweetie," the woman responded, shooing her away with the pen she held in her left hand, not even bothering to glance away from her work. "Mommy is busy."

The small, round girl opened her mouth to protest, but stopped before any words could escape. Even for one so young, she knew when she wasn't wanted, and this particular little girl got this particular feeling around her mother all too often. She stuck out her lip in a pouty manner she knew her mother wouldn't see and turned and walked away.

"Just give mommy a few more minutes," the woman mumbled.

But her daughter was already gone, silvery tears sliding silently down her cheeks as she crept into her large but lonely bedroom. All the joy in the world meant nothing to this poor little rich girl if her mother didn't care to share it with her.