A forgotten child (Completed)

A year on

Noah

Its been a year since my dad left, i haven't seen him since. I'm 8 years old now, he missed my birthday. Mummy has been working a lot since he left, and we have already moved four times in the past 6 months. I hate mummys job, she never really pays attention to me anymore. I know its my fault that daddy left, i miss him so much. I wonder everyday what i did wrong, why he left. I don't know.
I woke up this morning and got myself ready as i knew mummy wasnt going to help me. I wasnt even sure if she was home. I then went downstairs and made myself some toast. I ate it quickly before cleaning up my plate and putting it away. I then walked to the porchway, i put on my shoes for school and my coat as it was cold today. I then picked up my bag,
"mummy i'm ready for school"
No reply.
Great got to make my own way again, fun.
I left the house and started the long 30 minute walk to school, all by myself. Now i know what your probably thinking, your only 8 years old you shouldn't be walking to school alone. And shes not home so why don't you just stay at home.
Well, i infact like going to school. At least at school i'm not compleatly invisable, the teachers pay attention to me and are really nice. But when i go home i'm ignored, mummy doesn't care about me anymore. I mean i don't blame her, i am the reason that her and daddy would argue. I'm the reason he left, its my fault.
I finally got to school, i walked into the reception.
"hey noah, wheres your mum"
"She had to rush off to work"
"again, thats the third time this week and its only wednesday"
"shes just really busy, i guess"
"come on in, i'll walk you to your class"
I was late, again.
"morning noah, whos picking up"
"i don't know, hopefully mummy"
"we'll have to see"
I took my seat and got on with the work, at lunch i wrote in a notebook that my dad had given me for my 7th birthday, he said that he knew one day i would be a song writer as i was always singing and making up songs. My friends sat with me and talked to eachother,
"hay noah, do you want to come over today"
"sure"
I went back to my notebook, i knew my mum was not going to pick me up anyway, charlies mum usually picks me up all the time and takes me home after dinner.

At home

"bye thank you"
"bye noah stay safe"
I walked into my house after being dropped home. I went straight to my room which is still filled with boxes. See i never u pack my things as i know my mum will probably have us move again for her job. I sat down at my desk, i got out my notebook and went to write. I was stopped by my mum coming into my room.
"Noah we are moving tomorrow"
"again"
"yes, you can go to school and then i will pick you up during lunch"
"ok"
She walked out of my room slamming the door behind her. I hate my mums job, she always makes me move. I began to write in my notebook,

Why,
What have i done wrong.
I want you to come back,
Come back,
And hold me tightly.

I miss you,
Mums lost without you.
Stuck at work, leaves me behind,
I wish you was here to hold me tightly.

Why,
What have i done wrong.
I want you to come back,
Come back,
And hold me tightly.

Mum hates me,
My lifes a mess.
You missed my 8th birthday,
And your gunna miss the rest,
The rest of my life,
If you don't come home,
Please come back into my life.

Why,
What have i done wrong.
I want you to come back,
Come back,
And hold me tightly.

I forgive you for leaving,
I'll forgot that you left.
If only you'll come back,
And see what you left.
You never said bye to me,
You never said bye.
Ill love you forever,
Till the day that i die.

Why,
What have i done wrong,
I want you to come back,
Come back,
Please just come back,
Come back.
And hold me tight.

i closed my notebook, and got into some pjs. I crawled into bed and fell to sleep almost instantly.

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