“God why do I clean up people’s shit all the time?”


“Celeste why don’t you have some breakfast and go outside so you’re mom and I can talk some more.”  Celeste gave her father a questionable stare.  “I’m a thinkin’ papa you and mama fight too much. Why don’t you kiss and get over it like the animals do.”  Nothing prepped Celeste for her mother’s responds when she spit out her harsh words.  “We are moving again Celeste, so get the hell out of here and make yourself scarce.”  Celeste gave her mother a nasty odd gaze. She could feel her mother’s foul energy spring forth.  

They both stood staring at each other in defiance, when a horrific picture came into Celeste’s mind.  Her eyes opened wide with the knowledge.  Tears formed in the corner of Celeste’s eyes as she stated to her mother in a forgiving tone,  “I’m sorry mama, I will leave you alone.” The cowgirl turned around with a broken heart and went to get dress for the day without eating breakfast.

The first thing the country girl did when she went outside on a beautiful sunny day in Ohio, is to check on her partner in crime.  The friends rode and played their day away until the sun slowly said goodbye to the earth.   Her parents were still fighting when she entered the farm house for dinner.  Not wanting to confront her parents and since nothing was made to eat, she silently went into the kitchen and made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and took it to her bedroom.

Celeste laid her dinner on her bed and quickly opened her top dresser drawer ready to share her bread with her little mouse friend.  Only the mouse was no longer hidden in her drawer.  All evidence was removed that her tiny friend once lived in her underwear drawer.  Celeste knew it was her mother who found the rodent and probably done away with the critter.  

Slowly she closed the drawer with a heavy heart and sat on her bed thinking of the vision she had about her mom.  Unable to make heads or tails of the situation she threw her sandwich out the window in frustration.  She then crawled back into her big bed and fell fast asleep without supper.

The next morning was no better when she got up. She entered the dining room to her parents blaring at each other. Again she stayed away from her home, and spent all day outside with her buddy Ghost.  As evening time rolled around, the little girl was tired to the bone when she walked into her home.  Both her parents were sitting at the dining room table having a civil conversation. 

“Well there ya’ be girl?  Where have you been?”  Her father asked her in a happy voice.  “Out doing my chores papa.  Excuse me I am tired…goodnight.”  Celeste couldn’t look at her parents, she didn’t want to stick around the depression so she headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up, and went to bed afterwards with a sad heart. 

Her covers were folded down neatly waiting for her.  She softly crawled under the crisp linen sheets and said a prayer.  “God, bless my friends and family, please make sure my mouse finds a safe home.”  The little girl thought what else to say then added, “God why do I clean up people’s shit all the time?  Can you give me the strength to endure this ugly world with a better heart?  Anyways, I will talk later cause I’m tired and need some sleep.”  She didn’t utter another word.  She closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.

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