Snowyshine

Dear Journal,          I'm scared. We are tucked away in bed, but I can hear mommy and daddy talking in the living room. I don't like how it sounds. They're yelling at each other. At least my sisters are asleep. I don't like it when they yell at each other. But it sounds bad. I think I'm just going to tell them that we're trying to sleep and maybe they will stop. I'll be right back.          I placed my pencil down and slowly climbed off the top bunk of the bunk bed two little sisters and I shared. I was the oldest of the three of us at only eight years old. The innocence of children is a wonderful thing, but I knew more than the average