The two adults argued. Bellowing over each other like some kind of battle or game. The prize? Their 3 year old daughter sleeping silently in the next room, seemingly unaware of their discussion, yet more aware then they are aware of.
The toddler, eyes wide open, was unintentionally listening to the argument that was going on just outside the door.
“I CANT HAVE MY DAUGHTER BEING RAISED BY A WHORE!” The dad bellowed “SHE DESERVES TO BE RAISED BY A PARENT!”
“MY JOB HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HOW I RAISE MY CHILD!” The mother argued back, hatred in every tone of her voice.
The yelling ended at that. Their daughter snuggled closer to the teddy bear in her arms. With sleep a long way off, the parents argument echoed in her ears. She tried to understand what it meant but didn’t have a clue.
She closed her eyes shut, fingers in ears trying to drown out the noise they were making. It didn’t work. She could still hear their voices ringing in her ears.
Were they trying to whisper now?
She couldn’t make out what they were saying; maybe the whispering worked? All she could hear was loud footsteps and a door slamming. The car screeched on the pavement outside and then it was silent. The only sound heard was of the clock ticking on the wall and her mothers crying outside the room.