The Little Red Bow

One day, mommy gave me a red bow. The bow is so pretty. Mommy told me it looked beautiful. The bad part is, mommy died a year ago; then, daddy married some lady.

I didn't like her. She was mean.

One night, daddy and the lady got drunk. They came home and called my bow stupid. While they were sleeping, I played with them. I colored daddy red. I colored the lady red, too. They look so nice now.

After that, I played with the lady's head noodles. They were mushy. I tried to play with daddy again, but he wouldn't wake up.

Daddy and that stupid lady... they never did wake up. Maybe I shouldn't have played with the lady's head noodles or removed daddy's tummy tubes, but they look so pretty in red.

I have a question for you: do you think my bow is pretty?