…A lot. From relative to relative. More road miles. More motels. Happy Meals become sad reminders that you don’t have your own room. own bed. Friends. It’s fun not going to school. For a while.
Then, there’s no contact with kids your age. Anywhere. Just you and your Daddy. On the move.
You miss home. Your mother. You hurt when you think about her. What did I do wrong?
I should have made up my bed. picked up my toys. Not fussed so much about doing homework.
If she would let me come back, I would be good this time.
But, she doesn’t want me anymore. I am just no good. That’s why she got rid of me.
Why didn’t she tell me. If I had just know how bad I was, maybe I could have changed.
I was just being a kid. I thought all kids fussed about cleaning up and doing homework. Why are all the other kids thrown away?
She doesn’t want me anymore. I miss her.
You won’t even have to go to school. We will just travel around together.
Karole K.Jensen
Copyright April 18,2000