She's the Boss

11

Addison's POV

I SIGH, THROWING down my block. I don't  watch TV anymore.

They only show my Mamma and call her mean names. They say I'm a bastard and that my Dad isn't really my dad.

I hope they're right.

I hope my dad isn't my dad.

We had family day a couple days ago. Only mom showed up. I pretty much knew that was going to happen.

Almost everyone had a Momma and Daddy.

Some people's Daddies were dead, but that's a good excuse to not be a dad. You're dead, you can't help that.

Some were in wars. But they're like, knights, so they get an excuse, methinks.

Some left. They weren't excused. They just sucked poop. But at least, they sucked poop from far away.

I live with my dad, but like the dead dads, and the knight dads, and poop dads, mine wasn't here.

He never was.

I don't have a dad; methinks.

I have a Father.

My teacher, Ms. Rebecca said a father is the man part of the math problem called Babies.

That they didn't mean they would to stick around, but that they made you and you can't take it back.

Methinks, my Father only stuck around for the math part.

I just have Mamma. She always cries.

That's why I hate my father, because he makes her cry.

She cries all night, when she thinks I'm sleep.

I'm not.

I hear her.

I hear her crying. I see she's hurting. Even though she smiles, I know she's inside hurting.

Inside hurting is the worst type.

My Momma does everything for me. She makes me happy when I'm sad. She makes me laugh when I want to cry.

When I get hurt, she always there.

She always reads me special stories and makes me special songs.

My Momma is a superhero, methinks.

But superheroes need to sleep too, methinks.

Can't be super if you're tired. 

I would know.

I just try my best to be good boy for my Momma.

I try not to ask for too much, or make much trouble.

I love my momma, even if Father doesn't. I just want my Momma to give me a forreal smile.

I just want my momma to be happy.

I just don't her to cry anymore.