Tears stained her pillow as her hollow screams were silenced. She turned and looked around her room looking for something that would occupy her mind and stop her from crying. She lay down on her now moist pillow and clutched her bed sheet tight and gritted her teeth, willing herself to stop crying. Slowly, her body relaxed and she took a couple of deep breaths as she realised she’d stopped crying. A few gasps escaped her lips as she steadied her breathing and sat up at the edge of her bed. “Tasha!” called out her mother’s cheerful voice from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready.” She sighed, wondering how her mother was never aware of what she was feeling, “Coming!” cried out her hoarse voice in reply.
Ten-year-olds usually don’t know much about divorce. Parents tend to keep it hush hush, some try to avoid the topic while others make up some story about how Dad needs to go live on a farm for a bit. Regardless, the word is taboo and yet, the entirety of Bloomsdale Elementary School knew when the […]