Days
My daddy left us on a Monday. He went away one day and he never came back. Mommy said he was in prison. I asked her what a prison was and she started crying. She cried for days and days.
She stopped on a Tuesday and she didn't cry again after that. But we did, me and Holly, 'cause we miss Daddy. She asked me why he left but I can't tell her. I don't know.
My mommy left us on a Wednesday. We found her, Holly and me. We was riding our bikes in the yard and having fun. Grandma called us to eat lunch so he had to put 'em away in the garage. I pushed the big, square button by the door, like she showed me, to open it. Smoke came out. We was scared, Holly and me, to see all that smoke. Then I saw Mommy. It looked like she was sleepin', but how could she sleep like that. All that smoke? It was scary. We ran away from there, to the house. When Grandma asked Holly what was the matter, she started to cry. Grandma went outside to see. We heard her scream.
Mommy was buried on a Thursday, but we didn't see it. Grandma wouldn't let us go to the funeral. She said it would be too much for us, but I never been to one before. Mommy told me funerals are where you said goodbye to the people you love, to the dead. I wanted to say goodbye but Grandma wouldn't let me. Or Holly. She's too little anyway, a crying little baby is all. So we said goodbye to her in our prayers. Grandma prayed with us, in our room, then she put us in the same bed so we could fall asleep together.
We saw our Daddy again on a Friday. He looked different, his hair, his clothes. But I didn't care. I was glad to see him. I love my daddy a lot and I miss him. He hugged us both tight as we hugged him. He told us he would come home soon and to be good and listen to Grandma. He told us to hang in there, for a little while longer. He looked funny, happy and sad at the same time. Then he started to cry. Holly wiped away his tears with her little finger and he laughed. Chubby, baby fingers, he said, then he kissed 'em. She asked him if he missed Mommy. He said he did. We said we miss her too. Then we had to leave. Daddy says we might be able to come back again soon. I hope so. With Daddy gone, with Mommy, the days aren't good like the used to be. They days aren't the same.
My daddy left us on a Monday. He went away one day and he never came back. Mommy said he was in prison. I asked her what a prison was and she started crying. She cried for days and days.
She stopped on a Tuesday and she didn't cry again after that. But we did, me and Holly, 'cause we miss Daddy. She asked me why he left but I can't tell her. I don't know.
My mommy left us on a Wednesday. We found her, Holly and me. We was riding our bikes in the yard and having fun. Grandma called us to eat lunch so he had to put 'em away in the garage. I pushed the big, square button by the door, like she showed me, to open it. Smoke came out. We was scared, Holly and me, to see all that smoke. Then I saw Mommy. It looked like she was sleepin', but how could she sleep like that. All that smoke? It was scary. We ran away from there, to the house. When Grandma asked Holly what was the matter, she started to cry. Grandma went outside to see. We heard her scream.
Mommy was buried on a Thursday, but we didn't see it. Grandma wouldn't let us go to the funeral. She said it would be too much for us, but I never been to one before. Mommy told me funerals are where you said goodbye to the people you love, to the dead. I wanted to say goodbye but Grandma wouldn't let me. Or Holly. She's too little anyway, a crying little baby is all. So we said goodbye to her in our prayers. Grandma prayed with us, in our room, then she put us in the same bed so we could fall asleep together.
We saw our Daddy again on a Friday. He looked different, his hair, his clothes. But I didn't care. I was glad to see him. I love my daddy a lot and I miss him. He hugged us both tight as we hugged him. He told us he would come home soon and to be good and listen to Grandma. He told us to hang in there, for a little while longer. He looked funny, happy and sad at the same time. Then he started to cry. Holly wiped away his tears with her little finger and he laughed. Chubby, baby fingers, he said, then he kissed 'em. She asked him if he missed Mommy. He said he did. We said we miss her too. Then we had to leave. Daddy says we might be able to come back again soon. I hope so. With Daddy gone, with Mommy, the days aren't good like the used to be. They days aren't the same.