I sat on the couch curled into a ball. I felt abandoned and alone, unloved and worthless and thought my mother did not care. I was alone. The air swept over me like a prickly blanket when my she walked out the door.
It was a Sunday morning like any other, the day we usually spend in church. The only difference being, I wanted to stay home and watch Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea. I asked my mother if my little brother Anthony could stay with me. She said no. I thought I would be ok if I stayed home alone.
I stuffed my feeling deep inside. It was unbearable to think that my mother did not care. When she came back from church not a word did she say? Life went on as usual. I ran out to play.