It’s so loud downstairs. My parents are yelling and screaming. The noise is so scary. It’s scarier than the mean man with the messed-up face and claws in that movie Mommy and Daddy told me I was too little to watch.
I try covering my head with my pillow, but that doesn’t help at all. Somebody is breaking something. I hear it shatter. I don’t understand why this is happening. Mommy and Daddy never yell. It makes me want to cry, but I know I shouldn’t. My dolly tells me it’s okay to cry. Dolly says she knows Mommy and Daddy love me no matter what.
I don’t want anyone to come upstairs and check on me. I want to pretend I don’t exist. Maybe if I wasn’t here, Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t be yelling. I want to pretend everything I’m hearing downstairs isn’t happening. I don’t want Mommy and Daddy
