by Kika Jimenez
How would I know?
|All my life has been one stage after another. First birth. Then I have to be out in this cold worls. And as if that's not enough I have to learn how to walk, talk, socialize, school sucks, and now I have a little brat who follows me everywhere. It is fun getting her in trouble though. But I am only ten. What do I know? Why are mom and dad yelling again? O no here she comes. "I don't know!" Great now she's crying. I don't like school. Does mom know the teachers son moved out? Or that my friends uncle died. What does that have to do with me? Stop crying. Mom, dad, I.... How could I tell you anything when you can't even listen to each other. What I feel? Wait what do I feel? What? I can't pick it? Punch it? See? What? Can someone tell me how to feel?
Take the time and listen to your children.