Charlotte didn't understand why her mother was acting so strangely. She had been very quiet ever since she had picked her daughters up from school. Now she was drinking the stuff that she and Kurt had told their daughters was for adults only. That's why there was a lock. Charlotte walked into the living room where her mother was.

"Mama, are you sad?"


"Are you sad?"

"I'm just tired, sweetheart."

That night Charlotte heard her brother and mother talking. She heard how upset her mother was, but couldn't make out what she was saying. A few days later she heard her parents fighting. Her mother was screaming and hysterical which was new to the preschoolers. Charlotte heard her mother ask her father to get his things and leave. Kurt stormed out of the house and Josie ran back to their bedroom. She was also so much closer to Kurt. Diane walked out of the living room and saw Charlotte at the top of the stairs. She slowly made her way up the staircase and sat next to her daughter.

"Mama, you lied to me when I asked if you were sad."

"I know, but it's a parents job to shield their child from pain. I didn't want you to know I was sad because I'm the mama and you shouldn't have to worry about me."

"I never heard you yell that way."

"I'm sorry that you heard that. I shouldn't have yelled that way with you girls here."

"Mama, you have to talk to Josie."

"Was she sitting here too?"

"Yeah, and she saw daddy leave."

"I'll talk to her."

Diane hugged her daughter and tried not to cry. She had just turned the world of these two five-year-olds upside down.