The car was blue and the sun was hot. Everything seemed a little fuzzy – Hazy.
I was sitting in the front seat. I could barely see over the dashboard and out the window. I couldn’t have been more than 3, maybe 4?
Nonna was driving and we were going somewhere. I didn’t know where. I remembered that Nonna always kept chocolate bars in the glove box… just for me. I was excited and I reached far, far over my lap to open the little box and see what was inside. It was there! A chocolate bar just for me! I was so excited.
I fiddled with the wrapper – tried to open it myself. I was distracted for a while. I looked up – I don’t know why. I probably wanted to ask Nonna to open the chocolate bar for me. But my excitement faded instantly. Out the window I could see the Food-for-Less – the one close to home. We were going home. Nonna was taking me home.
Fear, trepidation, anxiety – all replacing the excitement that coursed through my tiny body only moments before. I didn’t want to go home.
“Nonna! Don’t take me home! Let’s go back to you house! I want to stay at your house forever!”
“It’s okay, Love. You have to go home. Mommy and Daddy will miss you if you don’t go home. I wish you could stay with me too.”
“Mommy is mean. Daddy is mean. Don’t take me home.”
Big tears running down my little cheeks.
A little girl of 3 or 4… begging to not go home to her parents…. my earliest memory.
Written in response to the Daily Prompt