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Mommy's hair is long.
She brushes it every day.
It's long and golden and reaches by her feet when she braids it.
When Daddy comes to visit, he laughs and grabs it to keep her still.
My sister and I have to go to the other room when he comes.
But we still hear.
Mommy tells us we should cover our ears so we can't hear, but we don't.
I hate Daddy. I won't be like him when I grow up. I won't.
Sometimes after he leaves Mommy can't get up for a while, and the sheets have spots of red like the stones in his hat.
Yesterday, we played the climbing game after Daddy locked us up again and left.
The climbing game is secret, so we can't tell Daddy.
We don't like it sometimes because it's hard, but we want to make Mommy happy.
When we went to bed that night her eyes were still too puffy to read our favourite book, so Mommy told us about where she grew up, in a tall house like ours. She couldn't go outside either.
My sister thinks Mommy won't cut her hair because it would make Daddy mad.
But I think there is something else.
Last night, like every night since I can remember, she leaned out the window with her hair hanging down. Then she came over and kissed my sister and me, and whispered 'Soon.'
She brushes it every day.
It's long and golden and reaches by her feet when she braids it.
When Daddy comes to visit, he laughs and grabs it to keep her still.
My sister and I have to go to the other room when he comes.
But we still hear.
Mommy tells us we should cover our ears so we can't hear, but we don't.
I hate Daddy. I won't be like him when I grow up. I won't.
Sometimes after he leaves Mommy can't get up for a while, and the sheets have spots of red like the stones in his hat.
Yesterday, we played the climbing game after Daddy locked us up again and left.
The climbing game is secret, so we can't tell Daddy.
We don't like it sometimes because it's hard, but we want to make Mommy happy.
When we went to bed that night her eyes were still too puffy to read our favourite book, so Mommy told us about where she grew up, in a tall house like ours. She couldn't go outside either.
My sister thinks Mommy won't cut her hair because it would make Daddy mad.
But I think there is something else.
Last night, like every night since I can remember, she leaned out the window with her hair hanging down. Then she came over and kissed my sister and me, and whispered 'Soon.'