Looking Up.
“What is weed?” the girl questioned, tilting her head to the side as she looked up to her mother, who, instead of resuming her usually busy day – which included making Madison her usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cleaning house, and cooking dinner right before her daddy came home – was seated at the table, her head in her hands. She had heard her mother say ‘weed’ to her friend over the phone and she was genuinely curious.
Her mother looked to her sadly, the blue eyes that mirrored her daughter’s cloudy with sorrow, her voice laced with sadness. “Baby, it’s what’s wrong with your sister. It’s why she’s so mean.”
Mady didn’t understand, though. Why was Mommy so sad? Where was Daddy? Why wasn’t her sister just smart enough to stop? Oh, she had so many questions. “Why doesn’t she stop, Mommy? Can’t she stop?”
“It’s not that easy, Mady. I just don’t know.”
For productionandstyle's Kids One-shot contest.
821 words, one part.
Her mother looked to her sadly, the blue eyes that mirrored her daughter’s cloudy with sorrow, her voice laced with sadness. “Baby, it’s what’s wrong with your sister. It’s why she’s so mean.”
Mady didn’t understand, though. Why was Mommy so sad? Where was Daddy? Why wasn’t her sister just smart enough to stop? Oh, she had so many questions. “Why doesn’t she stop, Mommy? Can’t she stop?”
“It’s not that easy, Mady. I just don’t know.”
For productionandstyle's Kids One-shot contest.
821 words, one part.
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Looking Up.
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