Even hiding under my bedcovers, I can hear Daddy shouting, dishes breaking, Mommy pleading.
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.
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.
