Hi there! My names Annie, and I'm 9 years old, my current favorite color is red, and I'm the child of one, lonely parent. See, my dad died in a car crash when I was seven, while taking me to school. They say he had died upon impact, but I don't believe them. I try to tell Momma that he's still alive, because I can still see him. Every night he comes home and tucks me in, making sure I'm safe. It's hard to talk to Momma, especially since she always acts like she doesn't hear me. She hasn't talked to me since the day that Papa died, but that's alright, I understand. She prays every night to have her family back, which I find strange, because I'm still here.
Momma often has friends over, but she always ends up crying and talking like I'm not even there. “Why don't you notice me, Momma? Why wont you talk to me? I'm here Momma, please listen. Why can't you hear me?” I screamed at her, “Momma please!” Still, she didn't reply.
Maybe Momma was deaf? Yah, that's it. She's deaf and she has no choice but to not hear me. Wait, then how could she talk to her friends with such ease? Momma's not deaf, but why wont she talk to me? Maybe she doesn't know who was screaming for her? Even though I am her only child, maybe she just thought I was another kid trying to get their Momma's attention? No, that's not it either. I had given up for the day, and had to walk away. I had come to the conclusion that Momma didn't want me anymore, I was nothing to her because Papa was gone. As I was walking away, I could hear someone in the distance calling my name. It was Papa, he had just gotten home from work and was waiting to tuck me into bed. As soon as I heard his soft voice calling my name, I started to run to my room, longing to be wrapped in his arms. When I arrived to my room, I ran to him, begging to be heard. “Papa, why won't Momma talk to me?” I asked him.
“Annie, dear, your Momma can't hear you. It's confusing for you, I know. You probably don't...