After our serious talk mom and I had placed it in the back of our minds and enjoyed our lunch. After finishing that up I took our plates and took care of all the dishes while I let her get ready. "I hummed a song that was stuck in my mind as I loaded the dishwasher. Waiting until my mom was done in the shower so she would have some water pressure I cleaned off the table and counters. The same song stuck in my head I finally took out my phone to look it up. A YouTube link popped up for me to hear the full song Clicking it I found myself singing along with it. "The only thing worst than a hater, the only thing worst than a hater is a traitor, a traitor, a traitor." I stopped when I heard my mom's voice ask. "Ready to go?" And I held up my finger signaling for her to wait. Walking over to the dishwasher and pressing the 'normal wash' button I walked back to her. "Now I'm ready." She let out a little laugh and grabbed her car keys and the both of us grabbed our coats and left to go shopping.
After a day of losing money and carrying bags we came home. Going through the door I saw my dad preparing dinner and he smiled. "Good day shopping?" He asked and I nodded. "Yeah, I got a week's worth of clothing and lost a bunch of money, but all worth it. How was your day at work?" I asked him curiously and he shrugged his shoulders. "Same as any job, long and boring. But out of that long and boring day today, I managed to save a ten year old boy's life. He needed surgery on an inflamed pancreas." I smiled at him proudly for his work. Dad always talked about how being a surgeon was the best job in the world since you could help people. "Anyways, dinner's almost ready. Why don't you take your bags and put them in your room?" Grabbing my bags I walked up the stairs and into my room to put them away, then went to eat dinner, It was about ten o'clock when I decided to go to bed. Giving my mom and dad a hug and kiss goodnight like I did when I was little, I went to my room and changed before going to sleep.
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Stockholm Syndrome
Fiksi PenggemarWhy, why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be me to lose everything? My parents, my friends, my life. Why? Why did I have to get kidnapped, used as bait, held hostage, and even worse... Develop Stockholm Syndrome? {Updates every Friday at 4:3...
