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Memories

mem·o·ry

/ˈmem(ə)rē/

noun

1.
the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information.

"I've a great memory for faces"

2.
something remembered from the past; a recollection.

"one of my earliest memories is of sitting on his knee"

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"A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself" said a hero on the TV, the young girl fascinated by who it was, "the man saved a lot of people huh!"
Said the little girl
"Yes, and I want you to be like him saving and helping anyone you can"
Her mother soothingly said
"Can I really!"
"Heh, now come on ladies let's eat"
The young girls father who happed to pop his head out of the corner
"Ok come on sweetie let's eat"
Her mother picked her up and carried  her to the dining room for food
"How is it?"
Her father asks "delicious hun"
"Mhm! Very yummy! Daddy should cook all the time!"
The girl smiled causing her mother to giggle
"ok, ok let's get done we need to sleep" her father says
"Daddy will you tuck me in tonight!"
She jumped off her chair running into her father's lap "of course" he smiled at his oh so precious daughter

And it was that one day her mother had left...no goodbyes no goodnight kisses...it was that one mistake 'mom should have tucked me in, I would have seen her for longer, I would have been there to say goodbye to her too' I thought sitting on the cold hallway floor I couldn't find mom or dad, they were...gone...all gone
"mommy?...daddy?" I said looking in there room I looked everywhere looking where they would  hide if it were a joke, but it's not and I'm sitting here all by myself "mom?...dad?" I whispered tears falling down my face 'where did they go?...where would they be?...' "did you leave me?" The tears increasing at every moment I thought of them "do you love me anymore?" I finally heard a voice "Mommy?" I got up and ran down the hall rubbing the tears away...but It wouldn't stop "Mommy!" "Sweetie is that you?" "M-"
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What a beautiful polished red color spread along the floor, the room filled with a irony tint nothing better than fucking murder seen in front a young girl, Y/n especially she was a unique girl, because of her quirk that's why her father cared oh so much, wouldnt want someone you love get hurt right? Wrong he left his wife with nothing but a teddy bear that Y/n kept with her for 6 years Mom and Dad thought it'd be cute to see her grow up with it, but didnt happen not life till death it was Life to be thrown out with her mom harsh but the truth...they were one sad example of the "perfect" family...ok as much as I'd like to see hurt feelings
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so...I did good and i know it i definitely liked it, sad but compelling...its a short chapter but it's a start
Hope to see y'all in the next chapter