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October 01, 2003

I Eat The Red

Hi Mommy. I hearred you on the box. I didn't see you, mommy. The phone rang, and, and I hearred you on the box. You said "We are not home." I am home. You are not home, Mommy.

I got the box. I put it beside my bath. The phone rang, but I not hearred you. I talk to you in the box now mommy.

It's dark. I was cold. I tried to get in the bed. I fell down, and my knee? I hurt my knee. I got a towel. I got the doggie towel. I like the white doggie on the towel. I named him Doggie. I talk to Doggie, Mommy.

Red is nice, Mommy. I like the red. It's sticky. I eat the red. Sometimes I eat the yellow. I like the red better. Sometimes? Sometimes I put the little sticks in the red and eat them. The sticks hurt my teeth. The sticks make a funny noise when I break them. They get soft if they sit in the red. They taste like glue. I don't eat the glue. You told me not to eat the glue mommy. I don't eat the glue when I am hungry. I eat the red and the sticks and sometimes the yellow. And the sticks. Thank you for the red, mommy.

My teeth wiggle. I can make them wiggle with the little sticks and with my fingers and sometimes red comes out. It's not like the other red. It tastes like spoons.

I got red in my hair? And some yellow? It was on my hands. The red was on my hand. And the yellow. I put my hand in my hair. My hair is hard.

I go to sleep now, mommy. I sleep with Doggie in my bath. I get cold, and, and I don't like cold. I like naps. I like warm. I am warm in my naps. I was cold when I fell in the potty. I don't like the potty.

I tired, Mommy. I cried and cried. I didn't see you, mommy. I yelled "Mommy!" I cried. I'm cold. I take long nap. Now, with Doggie.

I don't cry anymore, Mommy. I.....Daddy?

DADDY! DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddyDaddy!

Daddy is warm. Daddy's face is wet.

Thank you for Daddy, Mommy.

Posted by Bigwig at October 1, 2003 12:50 PM | TrackBack
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I know this had to be written, but I wish I'd never read it. You pictured the sad innocence of a child who doesn't understand why Mommy isn't coming home. The utterly violated trust.

"Flowers for Algernon" wasn't this powerful. Or as compelling.


Posted by: Ed Becerra at October 1, 2003 11:48 PM


Posted by: Armed Liberal at October 2, 2003 12:50 AM

I wish that this was only an example of fiction.

Posted by: Moe Lane at October 2, 2003 10:09 AM

You have to admire the determination and resourcefulness of the little girl though. Kids are tough, tougher than most adults think or remember.

Posted by: Brandon at October 2, 2003 12:09 PM

This one was lucky. Tough? no, just lucky somebody found her in time.

Posted by: jane m at October 2, 2003 02:45 PM

I'm the mom of two adopted girls whose birth mother abandoned them. I've lived through the rage and grief of my daughters in dealing with being abandoned. As awful as it is for this little girl, she is lucky that it was only temporary and that her loving father came to rescue her.

Posted by: lkmom at October 2, 2003 03:23 PM

No child should go through this.

Posted by: Tin Tin at October 8, 2003 08:44 PM

I am the proud mother of a 20-month old and am pregnant again. I can't imagine what that little girl went through and I really wish that the story was true, bt it isn't. I am really glad that Breanna is at home safely with her father. She is a true fighter, and only if her mother had told someone about her.

Thanks for listening,

Posted by: Chivon James at October 18, 2003 12:17 AM

to correct myself, i wish it was not true

Posted by: Chivon James at February 1, 2004 12:50 AM
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