"Daddy"
A little girl woke up from her deep sleep. She rubbed her eyes slowly, getting used to the light shining though the window. "Another day, I hope this gets better." She said in a quite voice. She walked to her closet, put some clothes on and walked out side her room. Slowly making her way down the hall.
Soon she heard yelling and screaming. She froze in fear. "Mother and Father are fighting again." She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. Going into a small ball. "I hate yelling. Why do they always have to fight?" She stared down the hall with tears forming in her eyes. But something was different about