I'm sitting in the backseat, all buckled up looking out the
window. Mommy and Daddy are in the front seats yelling at each
other. Normally Mommy packs me a toy to play with on long car rides
but she forgot this time. I tried to remind her saying "Mommy,
mommy but what about my toy!" as she was putting me in the car, but
all I got was a spank on the butt and told that I would live.
I can see the sign of a McDonald's coming up out of my window. I
love McDonald's! The chicken nuggets are so yummy and I love to
play in the play land! I sit up to look out of the window but
before I can get a look we pass it by. I sit back in my seat
so I don't get yelled at. The car is silent now. I know when it's
quiet is when the fight is the worst. I look back out the window, I
recognize the neighborhood were in, my friends lives down this
street! I've stayed the night at his house before, we pretend to be
pirates and his mom always cuts the crust off of the bread! I sit
up to look out the window, hoping to see him playing in the yard
and wave, but we drive by so fast it's just a flash. Mom is
crying now. Not like how I cry, loudly when Daddy throws away my
toys after stepping on them, she crys quietly, her head turned away
from Daddy, only a tear or two streaming down her face, that she
quickly wipes away. I know not to mention that Mommy is crying.
I came into her room once and found her at the end of the bed
crying hard into her pillow. "Mommy why are you crying?" I asked.
She looked at me and shook her head no saying she wasn't crying.
"Maybe if you talk to Daddy he will make it better." "O you
know nothing." She said patting my head softly. "Go play in your
room, and don't tell your father about this." I can see my
school now. The teachers are all so nice, I learned all my colors
with all the other kids and we get to play outside after snack
time! But we drive past it. I know it's empty on the weekend
anyways. Mommy and Daddy are silent again. I don't know what
they are fighting about, I never do. Mommy told me that I know
nothing and she is right. I wish I could help, I wish I could make
things all better, things we love fly by so fast it's like a flash,
and Mommy and Daddy might miss something one day.
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