Baby Girl – #fridayfiction
With Daddy gone it was just Mama and me, and we didn’t have much to say to one another. After a few weeks of eating dinner in silence, Mama bought a little TV and set it on the kitchen counter. That’s how we ate dinner every night, Mama with her eyes glued to the television and me listening to a Sheryl Crow or Mariah Carey cassette on my Walkman.
I can’t begin to count the number of times I cried myself to sleep that year. I’d wake up in the morning and get dressed for school with my eyes all red and puffy. It got to the point where even Mama noticed how bad I was looking.
“What’s wrong with you?” she asked. She suggested maybe I ought to stop in and let Doctor Simpson take a look at me. Not once did she consider that maybe all I needed was a big old hug like Daddy used to give me.