by Meredith H. (South Jordan)
It started when I was 5. I remember hearing them fight scream while I cried trying to go to sleep. One night as I was asleep I heard some yelling outside
my door. Then I heard my mom singing though my dad was still trying to argue with her. As weeks passed the police came to my house so often it scared
me. When I turned 6 I went to my aunts house with my sister and three brothers. Only to cry even more finding out they were at court. When we returned
home I had found out that my mom had been sent to jail. She got out but shes not doing well. 2 years later we moved. It was the worst I was depressed.
But I just smiled hoping everything will be alright. But it never was. I missed my mom so much it hurt to know I didn’t have anyone to do my hair.
I bubbles my feelings so much that I suddenly burst. I CUT. Voices in my head told it would help but it didn’t. My dad started yelling more it was
bad. I cried for my mom for help for anyone to save me! I went to a counselor for help she helped me so much she understood me her parents too got
in a divorce. It helped but sometimes at night when everyone is asleep i cried and wished for a mommy. I even drew my own mommy. To this day I hate
that we moved. I am still depressed and still have feelings i want to spill. My family could have worked. Its been 7 years and I still cry is there
anyone out there who just wishes they could have one phone call to heaven.
