The tragedy of childhood

Yelling, screaming, crying. Every inch of the room filled with sorrow and regret. Wishing they had dealt with problems earlier, hoped there was still time to clean the mess. The floor was damp with fresh tears. Every moment ticked by like it was the last. They would try to grasp each second before it vanished. Even though each moment tore their hearts to pieces, at least they were still together. In the end, they knew they wouldn’t be. So focused on each other, they failed to realize the small, youthful ears listening intently to the whimpers. The ears that captured the words, the noises, that would haunt their mind forever. The ears that in ten years from now will recall that moment when they were too young to comprehend what was occurring. The ears that will inflict an ever-lasting memory on the child, to whom those ears belong. 

Moving to a new town, knowing not a soul but her grandmother, the little girl was scared. She was scared of making new friends. Why did she have to leave her old ones? Were they mad at her? Was she a bad friend? Was she a bad daughter? The little girl was late to her first day. She was so panicked about finding the perfect shoes, the perfect outfit, to make her look as if she was a good friend. She met so many children that day. Second grade didn’t seem so bad. Until playdates began to exist. She was asked to play dolls at Veronica’s house, she was asked to play hide-n-seek at Joy’s house. She was begged to sleepover at Daniella’s house. The little girl had to think about the days she would be allowed to and when she wouldn’t. She never could give answers to her new friends because she just didn’t know what to say. Some days she was at her mom’s house. Some days she was at her dad’s. She was constantly on the move from one bedroom door to her other. Constant reminders of her abnormality existed everywhere. Television shows, movies, anything she loved had this image of a happy family, and it wasn’t hers. She felt out of place. She felt as if she had no true home despite having two. She felt alone. She was alone.