When mom called us for dinner, I noted that there was no plate set for him. I asked, “Mom, where’s dad?” Mom look at me a moment and then turned her back to me. Ella spoke from behind me as she entered the room, “Daddy has gone out of town to a job.” Mother, still facing the other way, said, “Ella, you don’t know that.” couple “But momma, he wouldn’t just leave,” Ella said. “He took off with all our savings—every last penny. Closed the account yesterday without saying anything to me,” mother said. Although she was trying to hide it by keeping her back to us, we knew she was crying. “How much did you have in savings?” Ella asked. “Not much, a few hundred, but he should have asked me. He just snuck off like a thief in the night,” mother said before she fled to her bedroom. Ella sat me at the table and filled beautiful up my plate. I ate my normal amount, but Ella just pushed the food around on her teens plate. I asked her why she was not eating. She said she was not hungry. “If momma was here, she would say, ‘Eat anyway,’” I said. She jumped up and ran to her room. That is how I remember the day our father disappeared for six years. I did not know homemade it for a year or two but nearly once a week mother would receive an envelope in the webcam mail with money in it with no letter of explanation or anything. She could tell by the postmark from where it was mailed. He never seemed to spend more than six months in one place and the amount of money was not enough to raise two kids on, so mother had to continue working. There were no more shouting matches, so Ella told me I could sleep in my own bed. Those first few nights I found it very hard to get to sleep because I had become quite accustomed to sleeping in my sister’s arms. We fell into a peaceful routine. I did well in school as did Ella. Then about six months after our father left, mother started coming home about our bedtime saying she had to work late. At first this only happened once a week but when it began to happen nearly every night, Ella questioned mother about it. The shouting began as I headed to my bed but shortly Ella went to her room and the house quieted down except every few minutes, I could hear mother shout a word or two. When this happened three nights in a row, I slipped into Ella’s room shortly after she had gone to her room. She was just slipping her nightgown on. indian I asked her why she and mother were shouting at each other. “Just go to bed. It won’t happen again.” “Did I hear something about working and drinking?” I asked. “Well if you heard that I may as well tell you everything. Come sit on the bed. As you know, our mother is an alcoholic. Not a staggering, falling-down drunk alcoholic but the type who can handle the booze pretty well, but she loses her sense of judgement.” Ella fell silent. My once tight and tender slit was now a stretched, gaping twat cavern. 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