Realization

   I giggled excitedly inside my nightgown, just barely escaping discovery. Lightly crashing into my covers, I began to hear voices. Sighing, I closed my eyes, knowing the conversation did not concern me. Still, my ears pricked slightly. I could see Mummy's  shadow casted against the vanilla walls of the hallway, long and thin, addressing Daddy humorlessly. I listened on.
   "What will we do?" Daddy asked, set in a worried, pressured tone.
   "Shhhh! So not to wake the child!" Mummy  hushed, whispering much louder than Daddy ever spoke. "And as for now, we must flee."
   "Run?" he asked, still not whispering. "After everything, we run?"
   "After Jimmy's... leaving, we must."
   I gasped, recognizing that word- "leaving". And, Uncle Jimmy, he was the one who lost caused Mummy's baby's miscarriage. Fleetingly, a memory alit my mind.

Uncle Jim's warm, cocoa brown eyes and deep oak-colored mustache entered the living room, coughing up their entrance.
   "Ahem." He stated, failingly attempting to shrink his massive, clumsy, shadow. "Uha... Uh... hi, Lina. Jack," he turned toward me, "Joe Anne," and nodded embarrassedly.
   Noticing the silence, I didn't respond. After a while, Mom finally stopped sipping coffee and stood up.
   "Can I get you something to drink, Jim?" Uncle Jimmy nodded. "A uh... Water, if-if you would."
   Mum stepped briskly out of the room, not caring to nod or even answer. I barely moved.                   
   Mummy came back with water and set it on the table. "Here, Jimmy."
   From my view, the water seemed a tad discolored. I could say the same for Mom.
   Jimmy, politely, drank.
  
   Last of Uncle Jim, was then, 'far as I could tell. But now, I saw it differently than choking water. I his under the covers.