Perspective

“This is ridiculous.” I sit cross-legged on the floor as mom throws stuff around. “He left nothing. Can you believe that? He was always a cheap bastard, but to not leave anything for your kid is ridiculous.”

“You already said that.” I mumble. Her head whips around to look at me. I feel small, but don’t feel fear towards her anymore. What’s the worst she can do, really?

“Why don’t you tell me where his money is if you know so much?”

“I thought both of you were poor.” She slowly crouches down and grabs my face.

“Go play outside before you piss me off.” After she lets go and turns away I do as I’m told. I put on my winter clothes and go out on the street. There’s nothing to do so I just sit down on the sidewalk. After a few minutes I hear my name called out from above me. Terry is hanging out the window looking down at me. “Go to the park or something idiot. You look fucking pathetic sitting down there.” With that she slams the window shut.