Kathy Sees
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Bad Girl House
My name is Jessica, and I’m five years old. This is the morning that I’m supposed to leave. I’m going to a place that my dad keeps calling the Bad Girl House. He’s been counting down the days on the calendar in the kitchen. He’s been telling me every morning how many days I have left at home. Today has a big, red zero on it. My dad just woke me up, and told me to hurry up and get dressed. He wants to get moving right away. I feel all shaky, and my stomach hurts. Maybe he’s just kidding, and he’ll just give me a long talk about being good. My dad is stuffing some of my clothes in the backpack that I usually take to school. He says that I’m not allowed to take any of my toys with me, but I think I’m going to hide my favorite doll under my jacket. Her name is Cassie. I think she’ll fit if I’m careful enough. I wish that I could take my blanket too. It would help me not feel so nervous when I have to sleep somewhere different. My dad has talked about the Bad Girl House for as long as I can remember. He always said that if I kept doing bad things, and not listen to him, that I would have to go there. Usually when I was bad, I’d have to sit in my room for a really long time. Sometimes I’d get hit on the bottom with a wooden spoon from the kitchen drawer. A couple times he grabbed my face, and told me to stop crying. That only made it worse, because I couldn’t breathe. I remember mommy yelling at him, and trying to get his hand off of my face. I end up sitting in my room most days, and it feels like forever. I don’t understand what I’m doing that’s so bad, and what makes him so mad at me. Sometimes I’ll just be playing with my toys, and he’ll start yelling about something. Sometimes not finishing my dinner makes him mad. Sometimes I bump my cup, and it falls on the floor, and he yells about the mess. I don’t even remember what made him mad enough to start the countdown for the Bad Girl House.
By Kathy Sees3 years ago in Families