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YEAR: 1969

Julian's POV

"Julian, honey, breakfast!" Cynthia called.
"Don't call me that..."
"Ye don't want me to call ye by yer name?" she chuckled.
"Don't call me honey,"
"Fine," she rolled her eyes. "Just eat, I need to get yer sister,"
"Whatever," I slouched in my chair.
"Julian!" Cynthia snapped when she came downstairs with Kyoko. "Eat!" she flicked the back of my head.
"Ow! That hurt!"
"Eat!"
"No Cynthia-"
"What did ye just call me?"
"Cynthia,"
"It's mum!" she slapped the back of my head.
"Stop!" I cried.
"Mum," Kyoko said.
"See, yer sister calls me mum!"
"Cause she doesn't know any better!"
"That's it, no breakfast for you! Go to yer room!"
"Gladly!" I shot up from my chair and ran to my room. "I hate ye!" And with that, the slamming of my door rattled the house.
"Spoiled brat."

***

"I can't believe yer kids won't be at the wedding," Michelle said. "How long has it been?"
"A couple months," mum cried. "I miss them so much..."
"I bet ye do...I'm so sorry...do ye have any idea in the slightest who took them?"

Silence filled the room.

"Cynthia."

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