Mama
Mama must be mad at me. Well I’m mad at her too. She never talks to me anymore. Ever since the fire, she lays in bed most of the day. Sometimes she still talks to Janie, but Janie can’t say nothin’, she’s just a baby. I think I’m eight years old but I forgot my birthday and Mama won’t tell me when it is. She just stares at the wall or out the window like she can’t even hear me. It makes me mad a lot. One time I was talking to her but she just looked at me and then she looked away, so I grabbed her quilt and threw it on the floor. Mama screamed, like I scared her and it made me feel like I was bad.
