Better Heiress, Better Actress

Synopsis

I was born to be a real drama queen. I could switch between sixteen different emotions in the blink of an eye. When my real parents finally took me home, I knew my show was just getting started. The fake heiress didn't let me down. She barged in, smashed Mom's favorite antique vase, and, with tears brimming in her eyes, pointed right at me. "Serena, I know you don't like me, but you can't just take it out on Mom's favorite thing," Edith sobbed. I stared at her and got myself into character. The next second, my tears burst out. My crying was ten times louder and more tragic than hers. I did a dramatic slide right over to my dad and grabbed onto his leg. I wailed, "Dad, oh, Dad. It was all my fault. I lost my balance, and Edith just accidentally knocked over the vase when she was trying to help me. "Mom, if you have to blame someone, blame me. I'm so useless. I don't deserve anything. Please, just don't be mad at Edith. It's all my fault." Dad looked down at the two muddy handprints smeared across his designer pants, then back at my blotchy, tear-streaked face. He said nothing for a long moment.