I am alone

 

I am alone. I had been the youngest of four. Mother got divorced before I was two. In an instant my sisters and brother are gone. My best friends and my rivals are all gone. Her husband stole them away. He doesn’t want me. I live in a strange neighborhood, in a different house.

 

Mother works nights. I dress by my self now. No one tells me to be quiet. There is no need to. There is nothing to do here. On the refrigerator I find instructions for breakfast, a bowl of cereal and a glass of milk. I eat. I walk down the street to the baby sitter’s. Her girls are nice. I miss my brother.

 

When she wakes, Mother comes for me. She’s been crying. We go back. I am still alone. I learn that family and friends will never be there when I need them. I am always alone.

Author's Note

Writing this memory of being two was triggered by reading Yinseriv's story With Love to my Librarian.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/jimvires/221139/

Reviews

[Shaun OBrien]

A lovely peice of writing. So intense. There's a lot of emotion there. Loved it.