Mommy picked me up from school: “Don't go home with him,” he said in a whisper. I was talking about dad. There are times when I wish I were grown up to protect her and not run to hide inside the unlit fireplace so as not to hear her scream.
A hug for the community of rebel writers. I am excited to participate for the first time in ZapFicMonday-ZapFic240, thanks to the kind suggestion of 
English is not my native language, I apologize for possible errors in the translation.
This story is my authorship. The image was created in Luzía and the Banner in Canva.