Six and grown up.

Mom and Dad keep screaming and shouting at each other. They've been doing this a lot lately. I wonder why their so mad? I wonder if I've done something to upset them?

Everyone at my birthday party seems to notice to. All of the adults are trying to act like everything's normal, but I can hear them whispering back and forth to each other. I may be six years old but I'm definitely not dumb. The other kids can tell something's up too. I see it written all over their faces. Some kids look scared. Other kids look curious. I try to keep a smile on my face but feel it getting weaker and weaker.

Finally a door slams and my mom comes walking back into the dining room. I can tell she's been crying. I ask her if she's okay? She tells me, "I'm fine sweetheart. I just got soap in my eyes when I was washing my hands. I'm a silly mama huh?" I try to laugh but nothing comes out.

I will always remember my sixth birthday. I'll remember it because it's the first time my mom ever lied to me. It's the day my dad slammed the front door and never looked back. It's the day I had to grow up and become the man of the house. It's the day I found out life isn't easy.