Critisism needed for Chapter 1

Title of book "The trails of Destiny"  (not really sure on this one yet)

Chapter 1

            I am 4 years old and although I know there are many more memories before this time, this one holds true in my mind.  I am looking up at my mother crying on the edge of the bed.  The bed that her and my father shared.  I can't understand what is wrong?  Why are there so many boxes and bags of clothes next to the front door that belong to my daddy.

            I begin to play in one of the boxes because it is empty.  Being four, this can be one of the most fun things to do.  Or so I think at the time.  My mother comes at me yelling to get away from the box.  My father is standing behind her wearing a jacket that he had made himself.  It had an eagle stitched into the back and all kinds of emblems that I don't quite understand.  I knew that he made that jacket himself. 

            Before I know what to do, my father has no expression on his face and leans in to tell me "goodbye."  "What does goodbye mean, daddy?" I said.  He has no reply.  It was almost like it plays a movie in slow motion in my head of him gathering all his things and walking out the door.  My mom is saying awful things; things that I know should not be spoken in front of such a cute and innocent little girl like me.

            Was this my fault?  What happened?  I will go and play with my Barbie's and wait for daddy to come home from work.  My mom is lying in the floor praying that she will die.  I go over and whisper to her, "Mommy whatever is wrong, I am here and will always be your sweet angel.  Do not forget to smile."  I proceed to try and tickle her and make her laugh but it does not work.  I will go to my room that is painted yellow like my house.  I will crawl into my bed with Big Bird and try to comprehend what life has brought to us. 

            I must have fallen asleep.  Four year olds seem like they have all the energy in the world.  But, I was tired that day.  Tired of the pain that I had seen on my mother's face.  I climb out of bed and go into the kitchen.  My mom is sitting at the table with her face down.  I can tell from the sounds that she is making, she is crying and feeling very scared.  I go to her and ask her, "Where is daddy, mommy?  Shouldn't he be home now and why aren't you making dinner?"

            She replies, "My sweet Destiny, Daddy will not be coming here again.  He has left us for a life that he thinks is sweeter than what we have here.  There is another woman and I know that you will meet her one-day.  That is all that I can tell you and I hope that you understand for now.  I know that one day you will understand the whole truth.  I am going to be here for you from now on.  Do you think you can just hang out with mommy?" 

            "Of course, mom, you are the best.  And you make really good macaroni and cheese.  Do you think we can have some now?  I am really hungry?"  This brings a small grin to her face and that is all that matters for the day.

            Days and weeks pass as we go through our everyday routine.  No word from Daddy but I don't seem to notice.  I am very busy, a busy little girl.  I have so much dirt to play with and a new big wheel.  What more could I want?  There is a teenage boy that lives next door to me that can actually "pull" a sucker out from behind my ear.  The coolest thing I have ever seen.  I sometimes think real hard about this before going to bed at night.  How did he do it?  It doesn't really matter; I got some candy out of the deal.  It was easy for me.

This is just the beginning, I only took a few minutes to jot this down.  I really need some constructive critisism.  I am going to continue to write the book of my life, with some additions here and there to make it more interesting.