Saving Ceecee Honeycutt 1-10

After that day, Momma's moods began to spike and plummet like a yo-yo. One day she'd pitch a fit and break everything she could get her hands on and the next day she'd pitch a fit and break everything she could get as a calm as a glass of water. Then, out of nowhere she'd up and vanish. I'd panic and run down the street, calling her name. Eventually I'd find her going from door to door in the neighborhood  asking for donation for some charity nobody had ever heard of. A few people felt sorry for her and would drop a coin or two into the jar she held in her hands but most people closed the door in her face. I didn't know what was wrong with her, but I did know that none of the other mothers in our town acted  the way she did. There were times when she acted so strange that she  scared me. Each year I watched her grasp on reality loosen as she slipped further away but the worst part of her descent began on a breezy spring afternoon when I was nine years old. I was headed  home from school when three boys ran by. One of them skipped to a stop and poked me in the shoulders. Hey Honeycutts it's not Christmas so how come there's a big fruitcake in your front garden? He let out a cruel sputtering laugh and disappeared around the corner.