And ran to mom and dad’s room. “Um, m-mom. We got a phone call “, I stuttered. “I’ll be there in one second honey.“ she didn’t understand. She couldn’t see the fear in my eyes, or the way my hands were shaking. She couldn’t read me. “No mom, I already hung up.“ “Then why do you need me Phyllis?“ I didn’t want to repeat it. Who would say that to someone? All we wanted …show more content…
I, being the youngest had to sleep on the floor. I wake up with a stiff back and a messed up neck. I also wake up to see Minni climbed in bed with mom and dad. “What a surprise,” I mumbled to myself, “ My family is all together, except me.” My family, well. Sometimes they forget I’m here, and by here I mean alive. They go places without me if I’m not in the same room as them when they make the plans. If I’m in my room or any other room in the house, there is a good chance they’ll leave without me. And the worst part is, they don’t remember until they come back home and see me. Once, we were on vacation in St. Louis, and they forgot me while I was in the shower. I still remember, slightly hearing the door close over the running water. They drove around, went to the arch, and the gift shop, all without noticing that I wasn’t with them. I was sitting on the bed, with my wet hair when they walked in. “Oh Phyllis! Darling I’m so sorry!” mom apologized and went in for a hug. But I slipped through her arms, with my tiny body, and snapped back. “Yeah right”, and left the room. It was Monday morning, and I was getting ready for school when the second threat came. But this time, it was more than a phone call. I heard a big crash, like glass shattering. Followed by a …show more content…
“I knew you had problems with your family leaving you out and stuff, but I didn’t know it was that bad. I’m so sorry Phyllis.” I didn’t have anything else left to say. The bell rang, recess was over. Madison and I walked through the door to go inside. That day went by fast, it was language arts, science, math, social studies, then finally home.
The next threat was over the phone again. But this was the worst one. It was the last weekend of summer, and this time mom was the one who answered the phone. “Hello”, she said with her sweet voice. I was right next to her, at the kitchen table. I only heard the mumble of a voice on the other side of the phone. Then something weird happened, I heard my name. Mom gasped, then slammed the phone down on the holder. “What was that? What did they say? Mom you have to tell me I heard my name.” I begged. “No Phyllis I shouldn’t.” she argued “Mom, I need to know what’s going on, I can’t be clueless about all this. What if whatever they said they’re actually going to do, I should be aware so I can be careful” that should get her to tell me, there’s a thing about moms and parents in general, they always want their children to be safe so they’ll do anything to keep them that