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"Dad is stupid." I huffed as I thought.
He is just sooo stupid. Why did he keep those wires there? How would I know??
My hand involuntarily rose to the area where he slapped me. Tears welled up my eyes. I sniffed and angrily rubbed my eyes.I has just gone to bring Izzy, my brown dog from the room and I had fell.
Dad was angry when I tripped.
He was angry that I had gone to take a stupid dead toy and ruined his work.
Everyone said Izzy was not alive but I knew Izzy was.
I just knew.
I sometimes looked up at the.pretty blue night sky that winked at me with thousands of crystals and thought if Mum would've helped me outta such situations. Dad was swweeet but wonder why he gets angry sometimes. Pffffftt...
I had watched many times as Dad polished that picture frame everyday with as much love as I have for chocolate lollipops- he cradled it, cared for it and never let it fall.
Oh no, he also didn't eat it though unlike me ultimately eating the lollipop.
I sighed and went on paddling on my pink tricycle.
I had to go to Bloom's house.
And eat lots and lots and lots of lollipops and cupcakes to forget the slap.
Huh!
Stupid Dad.
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" Luscia is sometimes so stupid", I huffed as I paced from one end of the room to another. Now I had two broken modems and 20% of the saving done. The rest of it gone with the wind.
Just like that.
Whoosh.
If only Luscia had not entered the room for that stupid brown teddy or dog or whatever it is and not tripped on the wires....
And then I froze when I realized what I had done.
"Shit!", I mentally cursed myself under my breath as I remembered the slap.
What had I done!!??
I had not even asked her if she was hurt when she fell and slapped her instead.
I slumped down on the sofa covering my face in my hand.
I had not even fed her this morning and had asked her to eat one of those Chocolates instead.
I was broke.
I was bankrupt.
I was a stupid Dad.
I was with a stupid 6 year old daughter.
I slapped myself.
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