Age 2
Age 2“Out! Want out!”
“Shut up you stupid w***e! I’ll let you out when you shut up and not a second before! You hear me, brat?”
upAlabama Ford Smith only cried harder. She didn’t understand why Mama wouldn’t let her out of the closet. She was hungry and it was dark and scary inside the small room.
“Maaaaamaaaaaa.”
Alabama stopped and listened against the door and couldn’t hear anything. Was Mama still there? Alabama tried to reach the doorknob, but her little, two-year-old fingers couldn’t grasp it. The knob wouldn’t turn anyway; it was locked from the outside.
After an hour of wailing and crying, Alabama laid down on the floor amongst the shoes, boxes, and musty smelling hats and gloves. She sniffed. Mama had been serious. Alabama wasn’t going to get to come out of the little
