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When I was little, I was taken away from my home, from everything I knew, loved and cherished. But I was too little to remember, right? I wouldn't remember any of it. I wouldn't remember the beautiful stained glass windows, the soft, caramel-oak brown wooden beams. None of it, not a thing. At least that's what they all think, but that's not the case here, you see, I remembered it all, and not a moment passed when I don't remember the look, the taste, the smell, they are just blinded by hope.
Hope. What a silly word, 'hope'. I love reading fantasy stories, and whenever I do, I always manage to find that word, 'hope'. I just can't get over it, why would anyone believe in such a preposterous thing. The feeling something will turn out right, trusting it with your heart, not always all of your heart, but it still is an absurd thing. You know, I lost hope quite a while ago, I believe I was just turning four the next month, yes, quite a young age, but, even at this age one can come to understand things, things even an adult might not understand, depending on he or she's circumstances. And it all comes down to that. But, truthfully, it wouldn't be hard for anyone, even of that age to figure out what happened. "Where has she gone to?" Daddy mutters as he paces back and forth around the room "What should I do?", and you hear the name 'Marlin' oso often, "I am so very sorry about MARLIN." say the shopkeeper lady, "I can't believe MARLIN is gone." says Daddy's boss, "At least it will be quieter now that MARLIN is gone." say the crotchety old lady from across the street. Hey, you know that name "Daddy, they're sayin Marlin, that's Momma's name." you say as you tug on Daddy's coat "Yes, it is sweetheart." Daddy said in a low trembling voice, in which you could tell he was holding back his tears. And you see, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened to Momma, nothing, all that happened was to us, she abandoned us, and for that I will forever hate her.
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False Hope
Mystery / Thriller'Hope', what a silly word? It is just a fictional word made up for fictional stories, but as humans grow dumber, they start to use that word more and more.
