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the buildings outside

It was when lora was 5 years old that their neighbors sold their homes and famers threw away land for buckets of copper, silver and gold but in the fields of chaos and decay my father stood strongheaded refused any tear work to get him to move any "oh well, we'll miss you when were gone" or "why don't you come with there's a nice village my sister grew up in". I wondered what about this home made my father so vigilant and intractable. Nothing made this man cave into selling his home. It seemed the only time he considered it was when mom brought it up and even then, he'd quickly snapped out of it. As for the folks I used to know, well God knows what happened to them. the ones who left. Some tried to stay in contact but father simply said, "if you leave your home and lands behind plz do your best to forget me just as well" and would walk away. Mother would pat them on the back and send them on their way. Sometimes it seemed as though my father had no heart, not until he looked into my mothers eyes...when he looked at her it was like time moved backwards and his worries flew up and away from him as he stares straight into mothers eyes he times back to his happy days. God forbid if they were to touch cause they would would both turn into children saying romantic things and start remanising in the past while running around the house picking up objects and describing memories. Well I couldn't blame them it had been a year since they've seen anybody alse. The construction of the pretty buildings continued and I then at 5 years of age started home schooling for most of it. The loud clicking banging cracking drilling noises soon grew to a Humm as the buildings were finished off and new people were to move in.
Later that day at the dinner table we sat in silence...as always, I kept to myself and never really spoke. I looked up from my plate and mom and dad were slothfully eating their food as they stared into each other's eyes. Oh dear, I think to myself before leaning back onto my char and pushing my plate. My parents looked at me as the plate slid across the table. My father raised his eyebrow and I looked to mom instead "so now that the men are done building will i be able to go outside? " I ask and mom frowns "okay... Then what will happen now that these homes are here?" Father then stood up "new people will come, that means we don't know them and can't trust them so we will decided if its safe to go outside" father says packing the plates on top of each other "no, no dear let me" mother says placing her hands under the plates he has. He smiles and kisses her forehead and places the dishes in the sink "I was only going to leave them here but now I feel the urge to clean them" he says as he grabs the sponge to clean "no dear stop it" she says laughing "ohoo! If you keep telling me no ill do more" he replies and mother playfully smacks his back "what's next, shall I mop the floors?" He says laughing. What an old chump I think as I walk upstairs. successful discussion won't you say?