Two little girls at play cheerfully. Daddy's sleeping. Mama's humming in the kitchen. All is bright. All is well.
One crimson kool-aid stain. But barbies blanket will fix it. It's a mess. Mama's yelling. All is noise and confusion.
Four hands clash in the air like angry vipers. Like two great titans, they collide. There's no time. But a war zone is no place for Barbie .
Two little girls huddle closely under a bed. Heads shielded beneath each other's arms. Tables have fallen. Plates are shattered. All is chaos. All is broken.
And then there's that deafening silence .
Red, white,and blue lights scream their justice over bright yellow walls. The sirens wail like vultures at a ****.
Two little eyes peek-- To reveal the most vivid image fifteen seconds can carve.
One little girl clings on to her father's leg. Screaming. Kicking. Crying. " please don't take my daddy away."
All is bright. None is seen.
I was 8 years old. This was the start of a long and rocky childhood. This memory still haunts me in broad daylight . And I hope to one day bury it the same way it buried my childhood away.