She sat behind the chair hiding. Messy blonde curls, thumb in her mouth. Listening to the two of them arguing. Frightened and not understanding she began to weep but no one heard her.
Someone was going to take her away. Sally was afraid. She didn’t want to leave her mommy. But, why were they both saying they were her mommy? She moved a way and hid in the shadows fearing the two women would know she was there.
” She is my child and you can’t have her.”
” You don’t have custody of her anymore. You gave her up. Now get a way from here before I call the police.”
Why was that lady talking to my mommy like that? Why can’t I go have my mommy hold me? I want my mommy.
” I am her new mother now, please remove yourself from my property.”
Sally wept harder. This lady was being bad to my mommy. Too afraid to move she huddled even deeper into the dark. Soon the door slammed and the new mommy was yelling at my daddy.
” What in the world did you ever see in that bitch? You must have been drunk when you slept with her. You produced not one but two kids from a woman like that. Were you out of your freaking mind?”
” Tone your voice down. Do you want the kids to hear you?”
” Not the kids, your kids. I married you, not your kids.”
I saw daddy hanging his head down. I saw him get his hanky out of his pocket and wipe his eyes. Mommy is sitting down at the table. She is drinking her coffee and looking out the window.
My mommy wants me but they don’t want me to be with her. My new mommy doesn’t want me and yet I have to stay here.
Sally came out from her hiding place when the room became quiet. She crept up the stairs and laid down on her bed. Sticking her thumb in her mouth she cried herself to sleep.
This my friends is something that happens so often in lives of children today. Marriages ripped apart. New marriages glued together in hopes of lasting a long time. Children not understanding grown-up things get very confused. Some feel like they are to blame for what ever is wrong. Some kids go into themselves and others escape by what ever means they can find. A child can feel this pain and carry it deep within their hearts for years to come. I know, because I am this kid.