Sometimes, after they fight, Mommy shows me her special handbag hidden in my closet.
Inside there’s her driver’s license, keys, money, credit cards, my birth certificate, two toothbrushes and toothpaste. And a knife.
One night after Daddy slammed the back door, I heard Mommy follow him outside.
Daddy never came back.
The next time I saw the handbag, it was sitting by the front door. The knife was gone.
Mommy says that if I marry and have children I’ll need a special handbag just like hers.