Oh Little Annie Knows

It was a sunny day in Green Town, and the birds were chirping. Little Anne knew what she was getting herself into, but she continued to tear away at a poster taped on the light post outside. If her father knew what she was doing, he would break down.His whole future relied on the advertisement of his charity concert coming up, but she continued to tear down posters. She started in front of her moms small, two- room house, and she worked her way all the way down the block. She crossed the road and continued to work her way down, until she took down all the posters her father put up the night before. She was just a little girl, but she understood everything when her father beat her mother. She understood when her father kicked her mother in the stomach, causing her to miscarry her little brother. She understood when her mother called the cops and her father got arrested.One thing she will never understand is why her mother choose to accept her father back into their lives. Why she decided he was a changed man when, in reality, he still beats her like he never left. As little Anne walked back two blocks she noticed a man crouched down in tears in front of the first light post. It was her father. Hunched over like he was praying, but he was no man of God. It was ironic to Little Anne that her father of all people would be hosting a charity concert to raise money for abused women and domestic violence. What was even more ironic to her, was that someone of her age could process and understand all this information and even know what the word ironic meant.Little Anne was a smart girl and didn’t believe her father's likes like her mother did. He preyed on her mother's weaknesses every night. Every night Little Anne heard screaming coming from her parent's room. She heard her father crying. Loud sobbing coming from his large mouth with yellow teeth."Anne," he said. "How could you do this? I know I've made my mistakes in the past but I'm trying to seek forgiveness," he exclaimed. "Your mother forgives me, Annie, why can't you do the same?" Little Anne's bottled up hatred was all released when she yelled, "because when you yell at my mother, you yell at me, when you hurt her, you hurt me!" Anne's father didn’t know what to say so he turned around and walked away. He walked down the street. After minutes of Little Anne glaring at his back, which kept moving farther into the distance, Anne was glad she couldn’t see his face and she knew he was now gone.