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——Earth calling Delcy... Do you hear me, do you hear me? —A young woman's voice was suddenly heard, making the girl in front of her leave her bubble and pay attention to her.
—Ah... yeah? —The girl asked, somewhat dazed.
—Rambling again, Delcy? —The woman smiled slightly, already accustomed to the little girl's attitude and her sudden distractions.
—I already told you not to call me by that nickname, momma! It sounds very childish...
—Haha, but Delilah, daughter, you are ALMOST ten years old! Isn't it normal to give you nicknames like that at this age? —Her mother asked innocently, resting her hands on her hips and leaning slightly towards her daughter—. How about "Dely" then?
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—That's a yes?
—...No. That's a no.
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When was the change?
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Delilah was in her room drawing when she heard her mother's voice calling her.
—I'm coming! —She shouted, getting up from her chair and walking to the door of her room, to open it and leave it. It didn't take her long to reach the living room, and when she did, she found her mother along with a man.
Oh...
Well, little Delilah was used to that by now. Her mother was a charming and very sociable person, and she ended up getting her daughter a new stepfather, it wasn't the first time... Nor would it be the last.
—Delcy, honey! Come, meet Garry —The woman held the man's arm, looking at her daughter with joy.
"Hello," was the only thing the man said to the girl, as if he were slightly uncomfortable or didn't feel like talking.
—...H-hi, nice to meet you! I'm Delilah —she answered, trying hard to look friendly for her mother's new partner. She didn't want to cause the same old thing again... She didn't want to see her mother lonely and sad again.
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Maybe was because of those men...
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Delilah. - OC
Short StoryContiene temas serios, incómodos o tontos/cringes. Precaución. <3 (mentira, osea sí es cierto pero vete xfa, que pena que leas la historia de uno de mis ocs, sólo público el libro para que mi amigo lo lea...)