No one's home now.

The windows are grimed with the yolk you've smashed on the panes when I got home.

I made the mistake by washing it off with water. It got messier.

My mum saw the mess as I hurriedly wiped it off. She yelled at me. Told me I was a worthless child.

Slapped me.

I thought about how your shoves were a lot more painful, so I was thankful for that.

She then headed out without another word.

Now nobody's home.

I finally let a tear leak.

The bruises on my stomach are getting darker.

Happy Birthday to me.