Remember when you, mommy and me would play together. I do. But one day mommy left and that made you really sad. You started drinking this weird stuff that mad you sleepy. One day you drank too much and it made you angry, and you hit me. The next day I drew you, mommy, and me hoping it would make you feel better, but it didn’t. You yelled at me and ripped the picture up, but I didn’t cry if it made you happy then I would be happy. The next day you came home really mad and you were holding a knife. I got scared so I ran to my room and hid in my closet, but you found me. I begged you not to do it daddy but you didn’t listen. You cut my throat daddy, even though I screamed at you, you did it.
Why daddy? I just wanted us to be a family again.