watch everything go

nice day

I didn't go to school the next day.

The house was a mess. Mom was crying inside her locked room. Dad was sleeping in the couch. Winnieh was still hungry even though I had already feed him.

I think I wasn't a mess.

I was hurt when Mom's favorite, but now broken, vase (yes, the one with the colorful roses) cut my finger while I was picking the shards up.

I went to the store to buy band aids. Maybe I could buy those cute band aids that had cartoons on them.

I also bought more food for Winnieh, the hungry cat.

"Have a nice day."

That's what the lady behind the cashier told me. I smiled at her, she didn't any idea how those four words meant so much for me.

So I thanked her and left.

When I got home, Dad and the noisy car were gone. Mom and her puffy eyes were in the kitchen. And Winneh wanted more food.

I think Mom wanted food too.

She had a plate in front of her. But she had no intentions of filling it with something.

I gave her Froot Loops.

She thanked me.

Even if my day wasn't the best. It surely was a nice day. Because that day, there was no screaming.

Dad didn't come home.

I was worried yet glad.

For once, the house wasn't a mess.

It was peaceful.

And I always enjoyed peaceful places.