Mum was just having a bad day

She grew up listening to the plates and cups being smashed to the floor, telling her younger brother and sister that it will be ok , mummy is just having a bad day.

Dad came in and told us to pack our bags while cringing at the sound of plates smashing to the floor, as I thought thank goodness we brought more trash bags today.
Excitement rushed to my head as I thought about all the things I would need to take with me since we were leaving.

I looked up to see Dad staring at our small faces trying to reassure us that everything will be ok. He told us to finish packing so we can leave for the motel. We hurried to finish our packing while dad went back to mum with tears streaming down his face.

We were finally ready to go and sat there quietly waiting like statues. The time ticked by and the sounds started to dye down. Eventually dad came back out and said you can unpack now were not leaving, mum was just having a bad day.

I said to myself how long will it be this time until mum has a bad day again.