When I was four my father left us. He was human. Humans feel love. My mother was not human but she was the one who loved and my father was the one who received her love. They say that it always hurts more for the loving one than the one who is loved.
“Did daddy leave because of me?” I asked, clumsily climbing onto her lap. She didn’t respond, her eyes fixated on his disappearing silhouette. She slowly shook her head, silent tears leaving a shimmering web on her face. She looked down at me. Her eyes were sad. Sad and lying. He did leave because of me but she denied it.
I tumbled off of her lap and reached into my toy box. “Look mommy, no more me!” I said gleefully, putting on a homemade masquerade mask. “Will daddy come back now?” I asked reaching my small hands out to her. But she drew away from me with a devastating look on her face and walked up the stairs, towards the roof. That day, mother went to another world and left me behind in this cruel cruel one.
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