"Are you alright mon amour?"
"Yes daddy, just a little scratch" I answered.
John, my father, is an artist, but not a successful one...
We lived in a small rented apartment near school, my mother... Well... She died of a plague nine years ago...Apre (me) was five years old back then...
And then suddenly, the 'little scratch' got bigger and started burning her skin like a whole bee hive had decided to attack her! She turned as pale as snow and her eyes turned as red as blood, she screamed! Then everything became black and she fainted.
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Hi everyone! It's the author, please forgive me for this super short episode, hope you understand😜
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