Giggles rise from young children, playing with goldenrods, making the best flower crowns as best as they can. Perhaps try to. Two kids-- brothers.
Sitting in a pond as if they're ducks just relaxing. Splashing rays of water at another with a laugh.
Parents watch with glee, the mother carrying their non-newborn sister.
However, a blur shifted to their now newborn sister, but, mother had died at birth due to blood loss. While their baby sister almost died with her.
She lived, luckily.
But now was having trouble breathing.
Dealing with asthma.
Though, she was careless about her condition, growing up during the years after mom's death.
Meanwhile for their father, who was left caring for the kids, or at least trying to.
Nextly changing to the worse, the younger brother and sister watched in horror, their older brother being hit with the belt by the angered father.
For no reason apparently.
Then came watching his teenage sister chugging alcohol, along with the older brother.
The vision of them forcing him the beer down his mouth. The brother holding his jaw, an arm wrapped behind him as the other sibling makes him drink it.
Crying for mercy.
Another illusion followed by a disastrous hurricane of memories replaying.
Father died by overdose of drugs. Waking up struggling to breath. Choking on his vomit.
That was enough to break the limit for the oldest.
He went out of the old, broken and rusty house door. With a hand reached out from behind, echoed sobs from distant, pleading him, with an unconscious sister.
"Wait! Don't go! We can't leave Margaret like this! BRUCE!"
".... you're so weak, you're not going to last a year..."
What happened?
How did it come to this?
How it came from losing mother, to a druggy, frustrated and depressed father. Taking his anger out on especially the oldest son, yelling at the sister's stupidity and just being so calm, drinking and smoking around the second child.
Just like that...
The sunken dampened thoughts, hoped to never be brung up again. Had ended in shot open eyes.
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