There is one very tiny house and one very tiny family.
However, there was a time when the family was big and lived in a big house.
But it all changed the day the father of the family went crazy.
The mother tried to knock some sense into him while his children begged for attention.
Yet he was still hung up on the supernatural.
He worked, studied, researched. Worked, studied, researched. Worked. Studied. Researched.
One day, many after the change, the grieving family gave up.
The only way they thought how to was to leave.
So they packed, all seven of them except the father of course, but they left something behind.
Something that didn't understand.
Something that prayed and prayed each night they'd come back.
Something that would never forgive.
And that something was me.
So here I am, that something they left behind and never retrieved, with my father who doesn't even acknowledge my existence.
Ain't life amazing?
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Rain.
It's a fascinating topic, the way it falls, splashes, splatters...
I could watch it for days.
Everything about it is soothing; the sound it makes, its smell, and the memories it triggers.
But its also very annoying.
I could live without getting shot down with the icy needle like feeling when it hits your skin. Or going through your memories only to be shattered with the realization that they came from the past, that they were in fact, just memories.
However, I still find myself currently outside in the rain, sitting on the concrete street, letting the annoying attributes as well as the fascinating ones welcome me.
I might get a cold but whatever.
Taking a deep breath with my eyes closed, a small smile forms on my lips from the little movie playing in my head.
It was twelve years ago when the memory took place.
We were running around in the hot Florida sun, my parents chasing my siblings and I. Giggling, smiling, feeling happy.
I ran around our pool, threatening to get my new dress wet my jumping in.
Mama picked me up and lifted me into the air with a heartwarming smile.
"Who is my little Princess?" She told me as I laughed.
"Me." I had replied.
"Yes, and princesses do not get their new and expensive dresses drenched in pool water."
"Sowry." I pouted feeling ashamed. Mama must've picked up because she kissed my cheek.
"I love you my darling." She said rubbing our noses together.
"Love you too, Mama." I had whispered.
And then,
And then...
And then?
Nothing.
My eyes snap open and the rain is gone.
