24 hours later I could see shallow light under the door, the sound of chairs breaking against the wall decorated with my Mother’s screams filled the air. It was a storm that had grown silent over the night hours and I wasn’t sure what was on the other side of the bedroom closet door. I was scared; I sat in the corner of the closet waiting for someone to open it but whom. I hadn’t heard voices for a while not my mother’s or his.I was wary of speaking or even calling out to her because she told me not to say anything until she returned “Be quiet!” then she locked the door with me on the inside with only my pajamas on. I sat with the smell of old musty shoes and jackets dangling above my head all night. I was so hungry and cold because I had urinate all over myself and the shoes. She‘s going to kill me me “God take me away from here please” a prayer I said inside my head.
Is she dead? Is he going to come get me? Or I’m I going sit here forever waiting? Being four years old shouldn’t be so hard; I don’t know what to do.
So, I breathe and I wait for the breath, that Breath before the Miracle because when your four that‘s about all you can do.
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