" Crybaby the girl's gone!", Mommy yelled at me.
"Don't you mean Melena?", I asked Mommy.
"Whatever, you know what I mean.", Mommy told me.
"Bring me a light!", Mommy yelled to me.
"Wait, what was that?", Melena asked in confusion.
"Mommy she heard you!", I exclaimed.
"Oh, I guess it was nothing.", Melena said.
" Crybaby you're so delusional!", Mommy said while rolling her eyes.
Tears fell down my face as I ran upstairs to my bedroom.
"Crybaby come down, and let me feed you!", Mommy yelled from my wooden high chair.
"O- Ok." As I said sniffing down the stairs.
While I wiped the tears from my face my drunk Mommy fed me expired applesauce.
I couldn't have stopped her I'm only 5, let alone speaking writing in my diary like an adult. "I coughed up the spoiled applesauce onto my Mommy, in pain.
"Crybaby get away from me! That's disgusting!", Mommy yelled in disgust. "Your father will clean that up, cause I need to take a n-", Mommy said while passing out on the kitchen floor.
"I'm stuck! I need someone to get me out!", I screamed. "Mommy wake up! Daddy, Charlie?", I shouted in desperate need. "Can nobody hear me?" I asked myself.
"Well, I'm stu-" , I said while getting interrupted by my brother.
"Crybaby, what do you want?", Charlie asked in annoyance.
"I'm stuck in my highchair, AGAIN.", I told my brother.
"Ok, I'm coming, downstairs.", Charlie said.
"Weren't you stuck in your highchair yesterday?", Charlie asked me.
"Yeah, the same thing happened, Mommy drank to much, became drunk, and passed out.", I told my brother.
"You're really smart for your age." My brother said while carrying me from my highchair.
"I know.", I said with a smirk on my face.
ROTD:
Q: What is harder to catch, the faster you run?
A: Your breath
