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Emmy's Question - Jeannine Auth
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1
MS. ELLIS WASN’T HAPPY WITH ME TODAY, but I couldn’t help it. I was so sleepy my eyes kept crossing and I had to put my head down on my desk. So, guess what? She kept me in at recess.
I’m worried about you, Emmy,
she said. Is something wrong at home?
No ma’am,
I said. There’s nothing wrong.
I don’t want her or anybody else to know. Grannie says it’s okay if I don’t want to talk about what’s going on. But she also says it’s bad to keep everything bottled up inside. So I write in my diary to keep from busting wide open.
Except when I’m doing that, I like to pretend we’re just a normal kind of family. You know—like everybody else. But believe me, it’s getting harder and harder.
Daddy found out that Mom’s been sending me to Tommy’s house in the afternoons so she can take a nap. He’s real upset. Tommy’s mother told him something bad about Mom and says she’s sorry, but Tommy can’t come over to my house anymore unless my dad is home.
They had an awful fight about it last night. I piled the pillows over my head to try and stop their voices from getting in my head, but it didn’t work. They were screaming so loud at each other it felt like my bedroom walls were shaking.
How do you think it made me feel to find out what you’ve been doing?
Daddy shouted.
She’s crazy,
Mom hollered. She just doesn’t like me. Thinks her precious little Tommy is too good for us.
Daddy yelled something back, but I was desperately humming a song to myself to drown out their hateful words. I thought maybe if I lay real still and didn’t move or blink my eyes, the fighting would stop.
Next thing I knew, the clock alarm said time to get up for school.
Ms. Ellis called me down in class again today because I was daydreaming. What’s the matter with you, child?
she said. Where’s your mind?
My mind was picturing Mom and Daddy and me all holding hands, walking our dog, Raisin. We were joking and laughing together like we were so happy. Like other families. Maybe if I imagine it enough—really fix the picture in my mind—it will come true.
When I got home from school, the kitchen was a mess and smelled like burnt tomatoes. Mom had been trying to cook spaghetti. She had sauce spilled all over the stove and splattered on the floor. She kept walking right through it.
Mom,
I said, don’t you see that stuff on the floor?
Oh, yeah,
she said, giggling, hand me a paper towel.
She took a few swipes at the floor, then said, Come here, Baby. I need a hug.
When I put my arms around her waist, it smelled like she’d poured a bottle of perfume on herself.
Mom and I have this little game we play. It’s called Best Friends Promise. We touch fingers together and she says, Best friends?
I say, Best friends, forever.
But really, I just want her to be my mom. If I was actually her best friend, I’d know how to help her and I don’t. That makes me feel kind of scared to think she needs me to take care of her. I think it’s supposed to be the other way around. And even worse, I think there IS something bad wrong with Mom.
My friend Justina and me were going to play dress-up the other day. We were digging through my old toy chest to get some stuff. We both saw it at the same time. A tall green bottle.
Ooohhh,
Justina said, grabbing it before I could get to it, what’s this bottle doing in your toy chest, Emmy?
I snatched it away from her and felt my face turn hot with embarrassment. That’s a bottle Tommy and me use when we play Captain Hook and the pirates,
I said. I made up some crazy story about Tommy and how he acted just like a real pirate to try and take Justina’s mind off the bottle. After she went home, I took it outside and threw it in the bushes while Mom was watching TV.
It’s happened again. Mom’s lost another job. She told Daddy and me it’s all the manager’s fault. The lady was always picking on her for some reason and just looking for an excuse to fire her. I think it’s terrible how mean some people can be.
Mom’s had a lot of hard luck lately. She used to be a restaurant manager, but now she’s working as a server. She says she doesn’t care that she’s not the boss anymore because she makes a lot of tips. I’d rather be a boss. That way, nobody could tell you what to do.
I’m never going to get married because husbands and wives try to tell each other what to do all the time.
I don’t understand how you could lose three jobs in a row, Susan,
Daddy said to Mom. It’s mighty funny you say it’s never your fault.
He looked like he didn’t believe her. It better not be what I think it is.
That’s the kind of support I get from you,
she said, starting to cry. I can’t help it if people don’t like me.
Mom picked up a little wooden elephant and threw it at him, then ran to the bedroom and slammed the door.
Daddy started cooking dinner, and I waited for Mom to come back out. She didn’t, so I tried to go in the bedroom and make her feel better but the door was locked. I knocked and called, Mom? Mom?
She didn’t answer.
Daddy sat on the edge of my bed waiting to tuck me in. Mom still hadn’t come out of her bedroom. Don’t worry, Honey,
he said. Everything’s going to be okay.
I rolled over and turned my back to him, pretending I was going to sleep. I didn’t want to talk to him. He shouldn’t have hurt Mom’s feelings like that. How would he like it if he’d just lost his job and she acted like it was his fault? She can’t help it if people are mean to her.
Daddy had to go to work extra early this morning. When I woke up, Mom was still in bed and I was late for school. She didn’t want to get up because she had a bad headache. All my clean clothes were wadded up and wrinkled in the dryer, but I pulled out the best looking shorts and shirt I could find and got dressed. Then I couldn’t find anything to eat in the house for breakfast except a cup of chocolate pudding. It sure didn’t fill me up.
School started off horrible. Some boy I didn’t know started teasing me when we passed each other in the hall.
Hey, girl!
he said, pointing at me. Don’t you own an iron? You’re the most wrinkliest kid in fifth grade.
Everybody around us laughed, but I just kept going and acted like I didn’t hear him.
Then I had to go without eating because Mom didn’t have anything to pack for my snack and forgot to give me any lunch money. Besides being hungry, the worst thing was having old stuck-up Lisa Banks ask me, How come you don’t have anything to eat?
I didn’t want anything,
I said. We ate a humongous breakfast.
I hoped she didn’t hear my stomach growling.
Grannie picked me up from school that afternoon. Mom was supposed to be job-hunting. But when we got to the house, she was in bed. Grannie peeked in the room and said, Are you sick, Susan?
I think I have the flu,
Mom said, sounding like she had her face in the pillow. I had a terrible night.
Grannie winked at me and said, Let’s clean up this place a little bit, Emmy. You pick up your toys and other stuff that needs to be put away. While you’re straightening up, I’ll start doing laundry, and then I’ll fix some dinner for you all.
She grinned at me like we had a big secret. We’ll surprise your mom and dad.
Grannie was in a real good mood while we were working. She likes things clean and organized. She washed and dried several loads of clothes from the big basket, and she’d bring them to me to help