DISCLAIMER: These characters belong to David E. Kelley and are used here without permission.
Author's Note: I wrote this story in January 2001, when Bobby was standing trial for conspiracy to kill Lindsay's stalker. I don't know how this will resolve, and this does not reflect my opinion. This is just a short fic that I thought of one night. Please R/R!
A Picture's Worth
Today Mommy had to go back to work after she picked me up from daycare, so she let me stay with Aunt Helen in her office. She gave me some paper from her computer to make a picture.
This is me. I'm five. I like drawing and dogs and the color purple. See, I made my T-shirt purple. Mommy says that I can't have a dog, though, because we live in an apartment.
This is Mommy. Mommy is really pretty. She has blond hair, like mine. She is a lawyer. She helps people who are in trouble. Aunt Helen is a lawyer too, but she's a different kind of lawyer. She's a D.A. She puts bad people away in jail.
This is Daddy. Daddy doesn't live with us. He lives in a big building in a little room with a door made of bars that the guard unlocks for us when we visit him every Sunday. Last Christmas I put colored paper on a paper plate to make it pretty and I gave it to the guard for a present. The guard looked sad when I gave it to him, but he said that he liked my present.
The room has a bed and a toilet right next to it. When I see Daddy he always has on funny orange pajamas, like these, and he always looks really sad, but he says that I make him feel happy. He smiles and I tell him all about what happened to me last week. I can't wait to see him this Sunday because I want to show him the tooth that I lost. Mommy told me to leave it for the tooth fairy so that I could get money, but I said that I wanted to show Daddy. I guess the tooth fairy understood because I got the quarter, and she let me keep the tooth.
Mommy always acts funny when we see Daddy, but she just tells him that she's tired. She used to hug Daddy and act really happy to see him, but now she always says that she's tired. Daddy acts tired too. I bet that if he could come home with us he'd feel lots better. I told Mommy that once, but she just said that Daddy can never come home with us. I asked her why, but she just said that she'd explain it to me when I was older.
Mommy always says that, and so does everyone else. I wish I knew why Daddy was there. Mommy always says that I shouldn't talk to the people near Daddy, even though they look sad and they don't have little girls to visit them on Sundays. Mommy says that those are bad men, but then why is Daddy there? Daddy is a good man. I love him very much, and he loves me too. I don't understand why he has to be locked up in that little room all the time, with the sliding door and locks and the bars on the window. I don't understand why the people at Mommy's office never talk about him, and why Aunt Helen won't tell me why he's in there. I don't understand why he can't come home with us. I don't understand why Daddy is so sad, and why Mommy cries at night. Uncle Jimmy said that Daddy did something bad once, but I don't understand that either. Daddy is a good man. Daddy would never hurt anyone.
Author's Note: I wrote this story in January 2001, when Bobby was standing trial for conspiracy to kill Lindsay's stalker. I don't know how this will resolve, and this does not reflect my opinion. This is just a short fic that I thought of one night. Please R/R!
A Picture's Worth
Today Mommy had to go back to work after she picked me up from daycare, so she let me stay with Aunt Helen in her office. She gave me some paper from her computer to make a picture.
This is me. I'm five. I like drawing and dogs and the color purple. See, I made my T-shirt purple. Mommy says that I can't have a dog, though, because we live in an apartment.
This is Mommy. Mommy is really pretty. She has blond hair, like mine. She is a lawyer. She helps people who are in trouble. Aunt Helen is a lawyer too, but she's a different kind of lawyer. She's a D.A. She puts bad people away in jail.
This is Daddy. Daddy doesn't live with us. He lives in a big building in a little room with a door made of bars that the guard unlocks for us when we visit him every Sunday. Last Christmas I put colored paper on a paper plate to make it pretty and I gave it to the guard for a present. The guard looked sad when I gave it to him, but he said that he liked my present.
The room has a bed and a toilet right next to it. When I see Daddy he always has on funny orange pajamas, like these, and he always looks really sad, but he says that I make him feel happy. He smiles and I tell him all about what happened to me last week. I can't wait to see him this Sunday because I want to show him the tooth that I lost. Mommy told me to leave it for the tooth fairy so that I could get money, but I said that I wanted to show Daddy. I guess the tooth fairy understood because I got the quarter, and she let me keep the tooth.
Mommy always acts funny when we see Daddy, but she just tells him that she's tired. She used to hug Daddy and act really happy to see him, but now she always says that she's tired. Daddy acts tired too. I bet that if he could come home with us he'd feel lots better. I told Mommy that once, but she just said that Daddy can never come home with us. I asked her why, but she just said that she'd explain it to me when I was older.
Mommy always says that, and so does everyone else. I wish I knew why Daddy was there. Mommy always says that I shouldn't talk to the people near Daddy, even though they look sad and they don't have little girls to visit them on Sundays. Mommy says that those are bad men, but then why is Daddy there? Daddy is a good man. I love him very much, and he loves me too. I don't understand why he has to be locked up in that little room all the time, with the sliding door and locks and the bars on the window. I don't understand why the people at Mommy's office never talk about him, and why Aunt Helen won't tell me why he's in there. I don't understand why he can't come home with us. I don't understand why Daddy is so sad, and why Mommy cries at night. Uncle Jimmy said that Daddy did something bad once, but I don't understand that either. Daddy is a good man. Daddy would never hurt anyone.