My Love For Zion.

4. Anastasia.

Anastasia Rose Miller.

My first name my mother gave me after her favorite princess she watched growing up. She would always talk about how she loved the part of the movie when the princess finds out the life she was meant to have her whole life.

When she gets her happy ending.

But to my mother I was always her princess.

Rose, was so I was always had a piece of my mother with me the rest of my life. She always wanted me to have a part of her forever.

Miller was my father's last name, however I never met my father ever. Just heard about the drunk stories my mother would tell me every night.

Only my mother called me Anastasia, yet after her death my name became Anna. I wanted no ties to the old me.

Until now.

After the night I had yesterday, I decided it was best I stayed home with Zion. I began popping popcorn as Zion began building his third blanket fort this week. For a two year old he would pick up on things fast and liked things in particular ways.

I walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in my hand and zions blanket fort already built and up.

"Momma I'm in here!!" He hollered from inside the fort making a smile form on my face.

I climbed inside of the fort, seeing Zion in his chase paw patrol onesie. I placed the bowl of popcorn between me and Zion.
He instantly dug his hand inside of the bowl and began eating the buttered popcorn.

Transformers the movie played on the tv. It was Zion's idea to watch the movie as it was his idea to do movie night.

Zion always picked what we did. I always made sure he had a voice and able to express himself freely.

Something I never had growing up.

The popcorn was soon finished, and Zion and I got comfortable inside of the fort as we laid quietly watching the movie. Zion laid he's head on my arm as his small hand wrapped around my waist. His eyes were closed, while droll dripped out of his mouth onto my arm.

These were the moments I loved.

Seeing my child peacefully sleep with no worries about the days to come. To see my child happy.
I kissed Zion head softly. Then closed my eyes. Letting the darkness take me.

When I opened my eyes, I laid down on my small Dora bed. I rubbed my eyes softly with my hands and glanced around my room. Dirty clothes laid on my floor with empty glass bottles of liquor. After my mother had crashed out in my room after her last episode.

I climbed out of my bed and walked out my bedroom down the hall.

Pictures lined up along the wall. Some faces where unrecognizable to me, yet I spotted my mothers face and instantly smiled. I was a splitting image of my mother.
Everyone always made sure I knew.

We both had light brown eyes, with lose black curls and light skin. We were both tall, slim, and curved with a thick build.