A Childs Mind final draft

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had different parents. The two I have fight all the time. I just wish it would stop. Neither of them think I know what's going on because I'm just a baby, but I do. I just can't speak up for myself because I'm not old enough to talk yet. All I can do is cry.

It seems like that's all my mom does anymore. After my dad leaves to go to work she trys to make everything perfect. Running around the house, cleaning everything, making sure nothing is out of place. I never really get to play with my toys at all because she always has to put them away before he gets home. It's never enough though. Every night he comes home really angry about something and he has a really bad smell on him. It's worse then my diapers sometime, and that's pretty bad because my mom gives me formula in my bottle. My dad always takes his anger out on my mom. Yelling at her about how she can never do anything right around the house anymore. Then there's the bad nights, when he actually starts to throw stuff at her and hits her with his fist. That's just a normal night at my house.

Today was different though. Somehow things changed. This morning after my dad left, mom didn't clean anything. She just packed. Clothes were flying all over the house, my toys went everywhere and it wasn't my fault for once. My mom was packing our stuff into bags. She stuffed as much as she could into one bag, leaving just enough room so it would zip up. Then she moved on to the next bag. I couldn't help but notice she was only packing her stuff and mine. Where was my dad's stuff going to go?

Soon, I forgot about the weird start to the day. I'm just standing at my favorite window, looking at my reflection. I love this window because it's just the right height. I can reach the sill and support myself. Through this window I can see our yard, which is full of pretty yellow flowers, and past that I can see the street. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It's just my moms best friend Elena. She has a key so she just lets herself in when my mom doesn't answer right away.

"Oh, hi Jayden," she says as she comes over and picks me up, "Where's your mommy at?"

I point towards the hallway as my mom yells from the back room, "I'm back here Elena!"

"Are you almost ready," she asked, We have to be out of town before Nate gets off work, or else he'll be able to track us."

"Yeah, I'm ready, lets go." she replies. Taking me out of Elena's arms and into her own.

Before I realize what's going on I'm already in my car seat. Wait a second, this is not my moms car. I've never been in this car before. It has black seats and dark windows and from here I can see that the outside color is red. My moms car has white seats, clear windows and the outside color is blue. Who's car is this? This can't be good! What's my dad going to think when he gets home and we aren't there waiting?

For some reason I don't think my mom cares what he's going to think. She looks happier then I've seen her for a long time. I'm holding onto her finger and she's staring out of the back window. Elena is driving a little faster than usual. Why is she in such a hurry today?

Somewhere along the way I drifted into sleep. I dreamed about a place where my mother was always as happy as she was right now and my dad could never hurt her again. A beautiful place where flowers grew and I could look out the window all day without worrying about anything. I would never have to worry about my parents fighting again.

When I finally woke up my dream had come true. We had arrived at a beautiful house that had pretty flowers in the front yard just like our old house. Even from the car I had already chosen my new favorite window. There's no way my dad would ever find us out here. At least I hope there isn't.

So, I will never know what it's like to have different parents. I will always know that my mom is happier than she's ever been though. That's enough for me. The flowers I can see from my new favorite window represent out new lives. Endless opportunities for us both.