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10 years ago

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10 years ago



The small girl, her face alight with excitement, raced through the house, her giggles echoing down the hallway. Clutched tightly in her hands was a drawing, a vibrant depiction of her family - mother, father,sister and herself, all smiling together. She couldn't wait to show her father, to see the pride in his eyes as he admired her artistic talents

As the girl approached the door to her parents' room, her steps slowed. Voices, raised in anger, drifted out to her. This was not an uncommon occurrence; her parents often argued, their disagreements becoming a familiar, if unwelcome, backdrop to her childhood. But something about the tone this time, the raw emotion, made the girl pause, her hand hovering on the doorknob.
Straining to hear, the girl's eyes widened as she realized the nature of the argument. Her mother was demanding a divorce, her words laced with a finality that sent a chill through the child's heart. This was no ordinary squabble; the very foundation of her family was being shaken to its core.
In that moment, the girl's grip on the drawing loosened, and the painting slipped from her hands, fluttering to the floor. The vibrant colors and joyful images were now a stark contrast to the anguish unfolding before her. As the girl watched the painting fall, her own heart seemed to shatter, the shards of her once-idyllic world scattering around her

As the door gets little opened and
Suddenly, the mother's gaze fell upon the child, and her expression morphed into one of pure disdain. Striding towards the girl, the mother's hands reached out, gripping the child's arms with a vice-like hold. Her eyes, once filled with the warmth of a mother's love, now burned with a hatred that was almost palpable.
"Why are you here?" the mother hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
"I'-m s-or-ry mom"
The girl's voice shuttered as her
mother's grip tightened, and the girl winced in pain, her small frame trembling under the onslaught of her mother's wrath.
Just as the mother raised her hand, poised to strike the child, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was her father, his expression a mixture of shock and alarm. Without hesitation, he rushed to the girl's side, shielding her from the mother's monstrous outburst.
"That's enough!" the father commanded, his voice firm and unwavering. "You will not lay a hand on our daughter. This has gone too far."
The mother, momentarily taken aback by her husband's intervention, glared at the child, her eyes filled with a loathing that seemed to pierce the very soul of the young girl. The tension in the air was palpable, as the family stood at the crossroads of a deeply fractured relationship

"Princess"
The father looked at her daughter who was holding back her tears as he held her in his arms , taking her inside the room he placed her on his lap
As the girl embrace her dad tightly,
"Appa, is eomma leaving us? "
She asked her dad while crying heavily
"Just because of me, isn't she "
"Y/nahh, your eomma will never going to leave us "
Her father reassured her but the truth was something else, she knew everything
maybe she was a child but old enough to understand it, cause its been an more than 2 years her mother's behaviour changed for her own family, once she used to see the love in her eyes but now the only thing left that hatred and why cause she was cheating on her dad with another man, her father knew everything even her mother shamelessly accepted this in front her family
But her dad never believed it cause he loved his wife more than anything, after knowing this he was still ready to forgive her but her mother was blind in love with her boyfriend
That's where her dad never accepted the idea of parting away he still stood in that broken relationship which was basically worthless
Neither Y/n wanted her parents to be apart from each other
"Everything will be alright," he said, his voice steady despite the tremor of uncertainty that lurked beneath. He knew the challenges they faced, the struggles that threatened to pull them apart, yet he clung to the belief that love could conquer all. He offered her a smile, one that was both reassuring and tinged with the knowledge that sometimes, hope is all we have
Y/n noded as she her father pecked her head, getting up she went back to her room holding the painting

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