I wasn't yet four. The air was chilly outside. I slept soundly with my lamp on in what I called my clown suit pjs. Mom woke me up suddenly. I had no time for questions of what was going on. Mom wrapped me up in an afghan she crochet herself, and carried me toward the front door of what was going to soon be my step father's trailer. We stopped suddenly and Mom gasped. My step father, Mike had a gun pointed at us. Mike made us go into his bedroom and get in his bed. He placed the gun on the nightstand and laid down next to us and told us to go to sleep. Mom waited until Mike fell asleep and again wrapped me in the afghan and walked out the door. I am not sure what happened after that, but later she married him and moved into a house and peace was only stuff found in fairy tales.
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