The Day

The Last Time

I couldn't help but notice how beautiful my mom was. Her big brown eyes looked at me with so much sincerity. As she dressed me in my white dress, I noticed she was trying hard to fight back tears. It didn't alarm me. I just thought that she got into another fight with dad. I heard my dad bark "KAREN GET OVER HERE NOW. WHERE DID YOU PUT MY MONEY." I never understood why he called it his money. Mom was the only one who worked. Mom gave me her phone to play and quickly ran upstairs to Dad.

Every night when they would fight mom would leave her phone out to distract me. Little did she know that it did not distract me. I would still listen to every word they argued about and every time he would hit her. I thought that him spanking us was normal. I thought every mom got spanked by her husband. If mom was clearly not happy with dad why didn't she just leave him? This question never seemed to exit my mind.

After their long fight, mom came back downstairs and held me in her arms. I heard her repeatedly mumble " I'm sorry baby he told me too." I was just glad that I could hug her again and that he didn't hurt her as bad this time. She took me out to the park and did not let go of my hand once. At this time in my life I was a relatively happy child. I had friends and I did well in school. I didn't really let what happened at home get to me.

One strange morning, I woke up to my mom in the kitchen making pancakes. She was awfully happy. I had never seen her like this. After breakfast she told me she wanted me to meet someone.....