Falling Star​

Summary

My daddy doesn't love my mommy.

All the other kids at preschool said their mommies and daddies slept in the same bed. Mine never did.

Then one day, a group of bad men took us. Mommy managed to call Daddy.

I heard his voice roaring through the phone. "Then just die already. And stop dragging that bastard child into your little dramas."

Mommy frantically tried to cover my ears.

But I still heard it.

On the seventh day, Mommy fell into a very quiet sleep beside me.

The red water mixed with the dirt, and my stomach, growling with a hunger that made me see stars, crammed it into my mouth.