"Uugghh.....hahhh......" Primrose Dawkins heaved as, in that quick second, a new baby was brought into the world. "I- I can't breathe, very well....." She gasped. "I want to see my little boy......." The doctor lifted the screeching baby up to the dying Mrs Dawkins. With her last remaining strength, the woman declared, "Jack. Jack Dawkins." And just like that, she was gone.
The tiny boy that Primrose had delivered, or Jack as he was to be called, bellowed yet louder as he watched the light leaving his mother's eyes. Of course, he did not know what this meant, but the diminutive Jack Dawkins didn't like it. In time, the doctor left the posh, London house to tend to some of his other patients.
"Aaaaaaaaa............mmmmaaaaaaaa..........AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" hollered Jack. And then, "mmmaaaaa.........aah?" as a girl of four entered the room.
"Ssshhhhh, little Jack-Jack, I know you don't like it, but Mummy had to go. You won't see her again, but it's OK. You've got me, haven't you? I'm your big sister, Lil."
Jack considered this a while. Deciding that he rather liked the idea of Lil Dawkins, he halted his lament, and grabbed at a shoulder-length lock of ebony hair. The colour was similar to his own, but Master Dawkins' was slightly more belgian chocolate than anything else. Lil went to scoop her adorable little brother into her arms- when a finely dressed gentleman entered the room.
"So......Jack.........." easily said, Sir Thomas Dawkins Esq, was struggling to hold his temper with his newly born son. Some may understand this, as Thomas' wife had died while giving life to this snub-nosed, thick haired baby boy. Other's may say that relations, especially such close ones as father and son, are, upon birth, given the duty to love one another, no matter what.
Sad to say, Mr Dawkins didn't agree with the latter statement, as young Jack Dawkins would be soon to find out.
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