I hold my stuffed bear close to my chest pressing and repressing the button that allows thought words to be spoken. Every time I press that button I hear the happy voices of my parents again.
I still remember the day I got this bear, back when my family was happy and together. Now all I can hear are their angry screams.
As I hear something smash, I jump to my feet. As I do my build a bear falls to the floor. I can hear my father yelling at my mother. Knowing that there is nothing I can do I pick up my bear and curl up in the fetal possession, in the corner of my room. I listen to them scream at each other and I begin to cry.
Just before I fall asleep I hear my bear say one last time. "We love you, baby girl."
What a great lie.
