My parents don’t sleep in the same bed

My parents don’t sleep in the same bed.
To a six year old girl,
That never mattered.
But to a seven year old girl, it does.
She knows that other kids
Have parents who sleep together,
In the same bed,
Every night.
To a seven year old girl,
It doesn’t matter that her parents
Don’t talk about stuff.
But an eight year old girl knows.
Other parents have conversations,
Small ones, big ones.
An eight year old girl doesn’t know
What an arranged marriage is.
But a nine year old does.
What a nine year old doesn’t know
Is that her parents fight.
But a ten year old girl knows
That her mother thinks her father isn’t enough
And her father can’t stand her mother.
Fortunately, a ten year old girl
Doesn’t know
About divorces.
But an eleven year old girl does.
She also knows that the only reason
Her parents are still married
Is because they can’t get rid of her.
A twelve year old knows
That she’s a burden
A constant reminder
Of two lives gone astray.
A fifteen year old young woman knows
That whatever her life brings her
A sad broken marriage shouldn’t be included.
A sixteen years old girl knows better
Than to call her friends over for a night out.
What if they find
That her parents are messed up?
An eighteen year old girl knows
That she wasn’t the product of love
But of a tradition.
Of hate.
Of unsaid things.
Ripped stitches.
Lifeless birthdays.
An eighteen year old looks at every other five year old girl
And wishes she never finds out.