Someone who loves me (Lams)

Father-son relationship (backstory)

I remember that day. The day I unknowingly ruined my life.

My mother was still around. We were a happy family, I was young, around six years old at the time. The Schuyler sisters were spending the night at my house, they had brought their dolls. They had invited me to play, I was the prince and had to chose a princes to marry.

"Come here Prince Charles! Give me a kiss." Giggled Peggy as she moved her doll closer to mine.

"No he's mine!" Said Angelica as she pushed in-front of Peggy .

"I saw him first!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Come on John, just pick a girlfriend so they'll stop fighting" sighed Eliza

"Ew! I don't want a girlfriend, I want a boyfriend." I exclaimed, wrinkling my nose. I saw my mother laugh from her chair where she watched us play. My father, however, didn't smile. He kept glancing between me and mom. I thought nothing of it, after all I was 6 and had not a care in the world.

"But then who are we supposed to marry?" Whined Angelica.

"Not my problem, there's plenty of other dolls in the box."

This prince was my favourite, his jacket had buttons on it and his hair was loose, not just hard plastic. I kept it tied back with a ribbon so it wouldn't get in his face when he rode his noble steed. I plopped the prince on Philip, my pet turtle, and directed him toward the girls. 

"Peggy, someone wants too meet you!"

Peggy squeaked and jumped up, she was never a huge fan of Philip. Eliza grabbed the turtle from the floor and cradled him in her arms.

"Maybe you can be my prince" she said as she placed a tiara on his head.

We all laughed, and spent the rest of the night playing with dolls and watching movies. We went to bed, I heard my parents talking in the hallway 

"Take it easy on him"

"I don't understand where we went wrong, why he turned out like this!"

" He's fine, Henry, it's not a big deal. We don't even know for sure yet, and would it be that terrible if he was?"

"Yes! It's not normal"

"At least he's healthy"

"Pretty diseased if you ask me" 

I hear a door slam. My parents fight a lot now, I don't know why. They do it they think we can't hear, although the parts I do hear don't make much sense anyways. That night I  dream of a handsome prince coming to rescue me from a tower, his hair flapping in the wind. This prince was my best friend, and I knew he'd protect me whenever I was in trouble. But then I wake up, unaware of how much my world is going to change.

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 I came home one day to my dad crying on the couch. My mom wasn't on her chair like she normally is, she should be there talking to dad.

"What's wrong daddy? And where did mom go?"

"Shes gone, John"

"Gone where?"

"She went up to heaven, she's an angel now. she's been sick for a while but we thought she'd get better"

Moms gone? I sit down, it's hard to understand. I know what he means, moms not coming back. But why would she leave us. She certainly didn't look sick when I saw her. The house begins to feel empty without her, and my dad starts drinking lots again.