Was he f—kidding me?
Too far, too far, he had gone!
Where was my praise, my love? My pat?
“Look honey,” he said as he crouched down onto the tiny table. Everything about this place was ridiculous, treating us like a bunch of little prissy idiots. Did they not think we had intelligent thoughts that excelled theirs? And him—him who was supposed to be on my side, was now crooning at the total babe as she shared her treasures with him. Pompous fool, he didn’t know what she had just done just a few minutes prior to this embarrassment display.
He smiled his eyes twinkling as he was on his knees giving her my affection. “Come here,” he once more said. I was forced by another one as she ushered me into his bubble.
He pointed at Laura’s drawing. I gave him a look, ‘Yeah what about it, nothing I haven’t seen before.’
“Isn’t this preeeetty?” Who? The babe or the scribbled shit ‘drawing’? “You should give this a try instead of your…” he paused for a second, touched Laura’s unusually pale’s cheek, “w-wonderfully imagined art.” He gestured at my drawing. It was a depiction of me wielding a sword, cutting off the heads of all my stuffed animals—I thought it was genius; everyone else didn’t.
Piss off, piss off, piss off! I didn’t have to say, scream, fume or hiss anything out; Laura barfed up all the sand she had been stuffing in her mouth during playtime in the direction of my father’s face.
