Memory~

You said it was a game, a new game and it would be funny. Obviously I climbed the stairs with this ugly rug on the steps, yes I climbed those stairs which goes to the first floor, to your bedroom, the bedroom on the left I think, I don't remember correctly but we don't care about it, I was interested in the game. When I entered in the bedroom, you smiled to me, I did same, like every child who smile to their dad. You told me to sit on the bed to be more comfortable or something like this, so I jumped on the bed, like a kid. Then you started to explain me the rules of the game, your rules of your amazing new game, it was a little bit weird but it was funny to sit on the bed only wearing underwear, it was so soft and warm. I was laughing, you were staring at me and you stopped to explain me the rules, I wasn't understanding why you were silent, you sat in front of me, and you were smiling. And then, suddenly, I saw the ceiling and I was in pain, It was hurting so bad, I didn't thought it was possible to feel pain during a game, a game is supposed to be funny right ? On top of that it hurted below and mummy told me that it was not supposed to hurt below. I cried, like a baby, however, I didn't want mummy to think that I was a baby. When I came back to see mummy, I didn't talk about daddy's game which hurted below.
When you're three years old you don't cry,
When you're three years old, you love your dad... However, twelve years later you think it's you, you the guilty but...
When you're three years old, you don't know...