Posted by Anonymous on 2020/02/27 under Life Her mom calls her name, but it's purposely ignored. She didn't want to stay at her dad's house for the weekend. It was such a mans home. Minimal amount of furniture, no artwork on the walls, dirty toilets, mediocre cooking, spider webs, and no books or toys. Her father tried to provide a home, but it lacked a mother's touch. She would hide under her bed until the very moment that they had to leave. During the car ride to meet him up, she would stare out the window looking at other people in their cars imagining where they were going. The girl would block out the constant chatter better her mom and stepfather bashing her dad. All the words would bleed together, then just become background noise. They met up at a gas station with little to no words exchanged. She enjoyed riding in her fathers Cadillac. The soft, oversized leather seats were so comfortable. The ride was so smooth and her father always played her favorite music, some cassette tape mix. She never missed singing to Bob Marley Red Red Wine or Hotel California. "I'm going out with a lady friend for the weekend. You are staying at your grandma's house." her father explained. That's what he called the women that he dated "lady friends" and he had many. He was the type to keep cinnamon mouth spray and cologne in his glove box. The weekends that she stayed with grandma, her dad would take them all out to Bishop's, that was Grandma's favorite Buffet. Grandma would always sneak some kind of bread into her purse and say "that's for later". The girl just always responded with an awkward grin. After they said their goodbyes, it was off to Grandmother's house we go. The girl didn't mind being there she had many toys and things to do. Grandma always had some sort of goodie bag or awesome trinket that she would find garage selling. She felt safe, loved, and well cared for there. When she talked to her grandma, she looked at her and listened. It wasn't like with her parents were when she opened her mouth and spoke the words would tend to fall and not make it to their ears. She could scream for help in their faces and they would just see what they wanted. Which at times felt like a little, meek girl seeking attention, but that wasn't it at all.