her {#wattys2016}

park bench

i came home to find my mom who looked really mad.

"why would you do this to me?? after all i have done for you?!" she sounded furious.

i just stood there like an idiot wondering what i did wrong this time.

"you know what? just get out." her voice sounded defeated and it cracked.

was she crying? she never cried. i thought she had no heart.

"w-wait w-w-hat?" i whispered praying that i heard her wrong.

"GET OUT. I HATE YOU JUST GET OUT AND DON'T COME BACK!!!" she screamed from the top of her lungs with tears spilling down her cheeks.

"what did i even do?" i cried softly.

"you called child services on me." she sounded so hurt and broken.

no, no i didn't. i wanted to say but i couldn't find my voice.

i ran out of the door when she started to approach me.

i had nowhere to go so i walked down to the park that was a mile away.

i sat on the cold bench in the dark and i tried to sleep but my tears kept me awake.

one question kept racing in my mind,

who did this?