The Making of a Sociopath

Chapter one: Childhood

Childhood is so important to the mind of a human. Childhood shapes us into who we are today. Luce, was in childhood. He smiled as he perfected his mud pie with small, bight yellow dandelions the first signs of spring. Children always want to impress and make their parents proud of them. He picked up the small plastic with the mud pie inside of it running his little legs up to the two story building of his home. The white inter of the house made it look peaceful and calm.
"Daddy look!" the raven haired boy shouted out. He was excited to show his father the pie he had made. His father came out of the door smiling warmly at his son. His father's brow freckles gentle scattered across his face catching the bright sun. The man bent down to his son's height.
"Oh? What's this you have for me?" he asks looking at the mud pie curiously.
"Oh dad it's a pie for you!" Luce smiles showing his baby teeth. He was proud of what he made.
"For me you say? " Luce's father takes the mud pie pretending to put his finger in the pie and taste it. ¨It tastes wonderful dear! Thank you so much for this!¨ Luce hugs his father tightly.
"I'm glad you like it daddy!" he says enthusiastically. The father puts the pie down on the porch.
"Well it's almost time for dinner son, so go inside and wash up and help your mother set up the table she is pregnant with your little sister Marcie!" Luce nods ad runs into the house. His mother stands over by the stove string the strew she made. Her stomach making to obvious she had a child on the way.
"Hello honey, come wash up here for me." she said smiling with her little dimple. Luce nodded climbing on the stool washing his hands on the bar of soap under the water. His mother reached into the upper cabinets grabbing the dinner bowls and setting them on the table. Luce came down from the stool going into the silverware drawer picking out spoons and forks for the three of them. He lays them on the table next to the bowls as his mother poured the strew."Darling dear come in for dinner it's ready!" She calls out for the father come in.
"Coming dear!" he says walking into the warm house washing up his hands and sitting at the head of the table. Luce starts digging into his food as his parents talk about their day. Luce's imagination going wild as he pictures the salt and pepper getting married. Luce finishes his stew with a thank you to his mother.
"Be back before dark!" his father told him.
"Okay daddy!" He cheerfully responded practically pouncing out of the house. It was still shining outside. Luce being the childish 6 year old he was he had a very active imagination. Grabbing a stick and making swooshing noises hitting at a tree as if it was his sworn enemy. His mind picturing his stick as his shinning sword.
As he played his mother watched him while washing the supper dishes. She had a guilty feeling in her gut about who's child was in her stomach. She knew it could either be her husband's or the man she slept with a few nights before she found out. Her husband was as happy as could be with the new baby coming along. But little did either of them know it was twins. So it was going to be a full house with a happy Luce. Her and her husband had been married for 7 years already. The husband loved his wife more than life itself. Sadly this isn't such a good love story. She married him in desperateness of getting out of her home town. Not in love. Which caused her to cheat multiple times. Even worse with multiple men. Of course she was guilty in the manner because her loving husband did everything for her to satisfy her needs. He was such a good father also. Luce was a daddy's boy for sure. Always showing his dad is creations and drawing pictures for him and crying when he leaves. Of course he loved his mother, but he didn't have the same bond as his father. Their son was gift that would be spoiled and ruined by their choices. She dried the last dish drying off her hands. She walked over to the door smiling slightly seeing her son playing with the stick he was holding.
"I'll kill you dragon! I will save the villagers!" He says pridefully making swoosh noises and jumping up killing the the dragon made in his mind. It was becoming dusk and starting to get cooler and dark with the sun setting.
"Come in dear, time to get ready for bed." She says calmly.
"Okay mommy!!" He says dropping the stick and running up to the house. His father was still outside doing the paint in the back of the house. Considering they moved in this house 3 weeks before now. As Luce ran into the bathroom to get in the bath his mother had started for him before calling him inside. He got undressed into the warm bath water starting to wash up the grime from the day.
As he washed up his mother walked to the back of the house smiling at her husband getting the house work done like a the perfect father and husband.
"Dear it's becoming dark come inside and get ready for bed " she says looking up at him on the latter.
" Of course love! How was your day today? Had the baby kicked at all?" He asks climbing down the latter with his paint bucket.
"Oh it was wonderful thanks to you darling. And she's kicked some today. Not very active. " She rubs her protruded stomach looking down warmly. Her husband lays the latter down putting the paint bucket down and wiping off his hands kisses his wife's forehead.
"That's great dear. Why don't we go inside and wash up and put our son to bed." The wife nodded with screen meant the two walking into the house and putting their son to bed then going to bed themselves.

It's sad when such a perfect home becomes such a horrid,terrible place isn't it? Childhood is beautiful, if done the right way.