Tina sits in her bedroom, hiding under her mommy's winter coat, which she dragged from the front corridor. Her eyes are squinted shut. She's covering her ears and singing lalala, trying to unhear the noises in the next room.
Her baby brother is crying again. He's always crying. He never stops. Every time she tries to hold him, he screams and cries, and then her mommy quickly takes him away, with a look.
She hates that look. It makes her feel like a bad girl. She runs back to her room and hides because she doesn't want her mommy to see what she's thinking.
She wishes her baby brother would stop crying. Disappear. Or go away for a long time so her mommy would stop pushing her away from hugging her.
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