It was a fun time. There was always lots going on. I got small
pox while we were living there and learned from the neighbor kids that Santa wasn't real - and also? Moms don’t poop babies out of their butt.
I also fell
asleep once in my mom’s closet after an argument and my mom couldn't find me
anywhere. I’ll never forget her expression when I walked into the kitchen – she
was sitting at the table with her head in her hands, ready to call the police.
One night, my mom had called me in for dinner but I wouldn't come. I kept yelling, “Five more minutes!” When it was too dark to play, I
finally came home – only to find that all the food had been put away. Dinner
time was over.
I was too shocked to cry and was sent to bed without having
anything to eat. I opened my window and pitifully called out, “I’m sooooo
hungry! And she won’t give me anything to eeeeeat!”
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