Scott challenged me to write a blog post/story using the
phrase: The tree house was collapsing.
So here is my pitiful effort. (Read with a southern accent)
Mama said her life has been filled with sadness. When grammy
and gramps got divorced she thought she had done something wrong. Later on she
learned that some things in life just don’t go well together and that her
parents were one of those things.
Lately mama has been sadder than usual, crying all the time
and sometimes for no reason at all. Daddy says it’s something that happens to
women when they get older, something to do with hormones. I hope I never get
hormones when I get older.
Lenny (short for Lenard) and me are almost ten years old, we
are twins, but not the kind you can tell just by looking at us. Mama says it’s
‘cos God knew she couldn't handle being pregnant twice so he gave her a two for
one special.
Daddy built us a tree house when we were five years old; it
was made out of old pine boxes and has a bamboo roof. I love that old tree house;
it’s where Lenny and I have spent most of our time playing. At least it was
until Lenny fell out of the tree last summer and broke his leg. The doctor said
it will take some time to heal. Lenny hasn’t been able to play in it for a
while since he can’t rightly climb up the ladder. So I decided to redecorate it
with pink pillows and call it my castle. My friend Shireen and I play princess
princess in there every chance we get.
I don’t know why mama cries all the time, Aunt Emma says
it’s ‘cos mama feels like her whole world is falling apart. I can’t imagine what that must feel like. I
think it would be as if the tree house was collapsing. I think it’s ‘cos daddy
works so hard for us and comes home late at night.
Last week daddy came home very late and I heard mama yelling
at him that he smelled of cheap perfume. I thought it was kinda thoughtful of
daddy to make himself smell nice for mama before he came home. She just didn’t
appreciate it I suppose. Grownups are kinda weird I guess.
