Poison Of Eternity [ 18+ ]

I. ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

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Christmas Morning 2002.
New York, New York.

I was only five. . .

At age five your world is pretty big, skyscrapers look like they came right out of a Godzila movie. Race cars made my whole world go round. And anything to do with outside and art was a must have.

My dad used to take me every year on a road trips to watch car races in another state. He had done this since he found out my mom was pregnant with me.

He knew what he was doing. My mother found it ridiculous.

My parents were normal people, My dad was an accountant, and my mother stayed at home with me. We lived in a small town house with a stair case that had a spiral railing you could slide down.

Watching the snow fall down from our bay window on Christmas Eve, wishing I could dance in it. But my mother would kill me if I did. The rule was we waited for daddy to get home, then me and him could play in the white fluffy snow.

The house smelt of freshly baked cookies for Santa Claus, my mom had been making sugar cookies and chocolate chip. My favorite. She set a plate beside me, and a glass of chocolate milk. 3 cookies freshly made just for me. A big grin spread across my face.

"Now make sure you save some room for dinner mister." My mother said as she tickled me, I bursted out laughing.

"Mommy stop, that's my tickle spot!" I giggled as she tickled me, then leaving a kiss on my forehead.

Her golden brown hair brushing gently against my face as she pulled away, grabbing a cookie, stuffing my mouth full of it. My mom always makes the best cookies, the other kids on out street have never been able to beat my mommy's cookies.

The Christmas tree lights reflected off of the window, twinkling in the background. When a sudden pair of hands wrapped around my waist, lifting me up and tossing me in the air. I laughed as I was throwing back up into the air once more and caught to face my dad. Hugging him tight, his warm tan skin, his slicked back darker brown hair.

He was a presentable person, always wearing something nice for work, suits or white shirts with his chain and watch. I had my dad's sharp features but my mother's hair colour, I'm a mommy's boy, I have her temper. She just rarely gets angry.

My dad's had a husky voice, speaking in a soft tone as he set me back down on the couch. "Did you save one for daddy? You know your mommy won't let me have one." He made a sad expression, I nodded. Splitting a cookie with him, we clinked them together and ate our cookies, he turned and smirked at my mother who was shaking her head in the door way. "Are you boys being secretive over here?"

Me and my dad looked back eachother, then to my mother laughing. She walked over, wiping the chocolate off my face, then from my father's face. Leaving a kiss on his cheek. "Dinner is ready when you two cheeky boys are done here." She walked back to the kitchen, my father watching her walk back until she was out of sight. His eyes lighting up as she swayed in her steps.

I guess you could say my daddy really loves my mommy. I've never seen them fight at all.

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