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My Childhood: part 3: Take Me Away |
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Daddy won't talk to anyone. I'm so scared because he always talks to me, and I'm also a bit on edge because we haven't cudled or ticked each other in days. We used to do that every morning and every night. I'm so scared right now. I don't know what to do, and I'm scared that if I say the wrong thing, then everyone will just break down. Pastor Roberts said "Childhood is not to a certain age and at a certain age; the child is grown and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies." I don't know what he means, but that worries me, too. But the worst thing is, he looked right at me when he said it, and I knew that even though he was talking to everyone, there was a hidden message in there for me. After church was over, Mom drove us to Daddy's workshop and told us to tell him goodbye. Erin glared at Daddy and didn't say a word. Coty took a deep, hitched breath, said goodbye, and climed into the van. Now it was just me. For some reason, daddy was crying. Crying. Daddy never cried. He swooped me up into his arms and squeezed me. To see him in this much pain crushed me. Then Mom grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Daddy. Thats when I got mad. Who did she think she was to take me away from my home? I was scared and did the only thing my gut was telling me to do, go to Daddy. I tore away from my mother and ran all the way to Daddy, who was now painfully crying broken, tearless sobs. He told me to go with my mom, but I couldn't just leave him. Mom dragged me back to the van and strapped me in, me crying, fighting, and screaming all the way. After I was secured in the van, Mom got in and sped away. The last image I had before I fainted was of Daddy slouching in the rain, his face a mask of pain. The palm trees weren't swaying, and for once, the sun was not shining. Today was the day I was taken from my home, and my mother lost all respect in my eyes that day. crying
Jonsie
 jonsie101 · Wed Jun 09, 2010 @ 08:49pm · 0 Comments |
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