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★ !  046.1 ⠀੭⠀childhood
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YOU HAD A DECENT childhood you could say, you had two loving parents, caring friends. Anything you could ever want, you could say you were spoiled, spoiled rotten by your parents.

You were walking back from kindergarten, skipping with delight your way to your house. You were walking with the sun out, and you were walking nearby a park with multiple people.

Just in case you got taken by some kidnapper or a white van with the sign "i have candy" or something. You were observant, you could say, observing your surroundings was a habit of yours.

You didnt remember when you started this habit, it just happened.

After walking a few blocks, you would arrived at your house by now, but no. You were still walking, you might be wondering why was your parents that you proclaimed loving.

They were loving, you were walking because they were both busy with work to pamper you with anything you want after, you then suggested to walk to school.

They were both skeptical, but then after some convincing, you were able to walk to school and back at the house unless you were going to take the most shortest route to your house.

And going to the park was one of the path towards your house. You then noticed an Ice cream trunk, you rummaged through your bag to get some pocket money.

"Mr..Can I have {Favorite ice cream flavor], please?" You then dropped the money you got on the counter, you were tip-toeing to from the counter.

"Coming right up!"

You then heard the ice cream man grabbing your crumpled up money. You waited for like 20 minutes,  ice cream man had to look down at you as he gave you your ice cream.

"Thank you!!"

As you were eating your ice cream, you arrived at home to see your father with a sad look on his face. You were curious about what was going on.

"Papa..? What going on..?"

He didn't answer.

"Where's mama..?" You asked again, licking your ice cream tilted.

"Your mother got into a car accident"

"H-huh..?" You dropped your ice cream on the floor as you looked on the floor, distraught. Tears started bursting out of your eyes, crying. Your father pulled you on his lap, patting your head as you buried into his chest.

Little do you know, your father was the one who killed your mother...



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