The Day Mommy Planted Daddy

Summary

It all started because the landscaper told her I’d ruined his prize-winning roses.

That was the day Mom planted Dad in the dirt.

I watched the muddy slush swallow his head, and I ran to her bedroom door, pounding until my small fists ached.

"Mommy, Toby can’t pull Daddy out! I promise I won’t play in the garden anymore! Please, just pull him out!"

From behind the heavy oak door, I didn’t hear my mother. I heard the landscaper’s low, rhythmic voice. Then, Mom’s voice cut through, sharp and jagged with a sob-like rage.