Mother Dearest

My mommy is the best mommy in the whole world.  She always talks to me and tells me stuff.  Like how daddy is a no good sonofabitch, who just uses up our money.  She uses big words that I don't know and her face gets red and puffy.  Sometimes she yells at me, but not too much.  Last night, she came in real late.  I saw her from upstairs.  Her hair was really messy, but she looked happy and like she didn't care.  But daddy ruined it.  He turned on the light and came out to her.  She got all mad and started yelling.  I wish daddy would stop making mommy yell.  Then, mommy saw me and yelled at me to get to bed.  Daddy asked about the purply spots on my arms.  I don't remember how they got there.  Mommy says I'm imagining things and that I just get purply spots when I have bad dreams about her.  Purply spots hurt.  I don't like the bad dreams.  Mommy slammed the door after daddy left, then she came up and yelled at me.  She said I was useless and stupid.  I didn't know what I did.  I musta fallen asleep because I had the bad dreams again and when I woke up there were more purply spots.  But, there were pancakes and I got to eat two before mommy came down and told me not to eat them; they were daddy's and he probably poisoned them.  I wish daddy wouldn't always put poison in my breakfast so mommy wouldn't have to take them away all the time.  Then mommy drove me to school and told me to tell the nurse that I fell and that's why I had purply spots.  I think she was sick because she got all pale when you came to get me.  I don't want to be here.  I don't want to go with daddy.  He's a no good sonofabitch.  Mommy says so.  You're gonna make mommy mad and then I'll have the bad dreams again.  Please let me go back.  I want my mommy.1