Mommy

Mommy where did you go? Will you be home in time to read me a story to but me to sleep for the night? Mommy why is daddy and sister crying?
Whats going on? Daddy picks me up and hugs me a lot. Whats in that big wooden box with the flowers around it? I want to see.. but daddy won’t let me. Everyone is crying, I dont understand..but it makes me want to cry too. I cry, and daddy and sister hug me tighter, I dont understand! why won’t anybody explain to me whats going on?! I’m 4 years old I can handle it. I ask daddy why you arent here mommy, and he starts crying more and tells me I’ll understand later, but I want to know now.
When sister takes me home and you stay behind at the big white building I try to go inside your room, but the door is locked, I knock, but no reply. There are flowers all over the house, such pretty ones, with blues and pinks and yellows and whites and reds, and all other colors. I wonder if someone is getting married, or if its just a party, there are a lot of people here, but I dont think its a wedding or a party because they all look sad and some are crying.
10 years later
I hate you dad..and sister. Why didn’t you tell me out fucking mother died that day in a car accident!? I could have handled it, I would hve understood! but no! you had to keep it a secret from me! but the mail reason why my mind is so tormented by this is that you didn’t give me a chance to say good-bye.