By Christy Hartman
Mom and Dad giggled and gave me a whipped cream moustache while making pancakes this morning. They were not arguing and my stomach didn’t ache. I ate three.
Now we’re at Gino’s Pizza. My favourite. They get me a Coke. I’m suspicious; fizzy drinks are for Christmas and birthdays.
A surprise for me? I hope it’s a baby sister.
“Remember, we love you to the moon.” Soda sparkles in my glass.
“Nothing will change.” Tiny explosions dance around my straw.
“Daddy will have his own apartment where you can stay sometimes.” Mom smiles. “And we’ll all be happier.”
Bubbles burn my tongue.
An all to familiar story, well told. Kudos.
Sadly a familiar story so well written x
Fabulous job, Christy. The build here was perfection. Love that final line.
I loved “Tiny explosions dance around my straw.”
Sometimes such a heartbreaking thing is best for everyone.
So much said in so few words, well done!
Well done! Can feel the pain.
They weren’t arguing—and maybe now they won’t anymore.