Stayed In Her Room More Often Now

You do not understand her mother often said Her father understood her but he was not home much Her mother called her names; not nice ones. She shrunk a little every time her mother spoke. Expecting to be put down, cringing when she saw her mother. She stayed in her room Decorated in snowflakes, There was a reverence about it It was a sanctuary where she felt safe She stayed here more and more often Learning that her own company was the best Her mother spouted religion at her in an angry way Tried to drag her to church, where she was a bigshot. The girl ignored her mother’s efforts, Waited for her father to return home But he never did