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A Sketch: I can hear Mom crying downstairs but I know it's because she's mad. Dad called her names when he brought me back from our visit because she asked him where the cheque was. Last week she took me out shopping when she knew Dad was coming over to help me do my homework and they had a big fight over the phone. When they broke up I thought the fighting would stop but it didn't. When I tried to tell Mom that Dad is always nice to me she got angry and said I loved Dad better than her. Then when I tried to tell Dad I didn't want to tell him about Mom's friends when he asked, he started to cry and said that he knew she was telling me stuff to make me hate him. I get scared when they both start shouting and I want to make it better but I can't because I'm just a kid and nobody listens to a kid. I like being with Mom and Dad when they're happy. Dad tells me funny jokes and he's so smart and helps me with my homework. Mom and me sing old Beatles songs together and she's teaching me to bake and she reads to me every night. I wish they were nice to each other again, the way they used to be when I was little. Sometimes I think if I wasn't here they wouldn't fight any more. It's only because of me that they have to see each other.
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