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A Cinderella story

A Cinderella story

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Romance
My whole life I'd been dedicated to my father. My mother passed suddenly of a disease that has yet to be identified when I was only six. When my father remarried I was ecstatic. I was finally going to have a mother figure again. She would never compare to my mother but it would work. I'd have a female figure in my life again. Soon after they were married, however, my father had to go out of country to work. He died while in France. He had been the only man in my life. Until I met Scott.
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VALENTINE

A rabbit dies when it is unloved, they said. I saw one, the rabbit in grade school. Our class took good care of it but when vacation came, everybody was excited with their own plans that nobody thought about the rabbit. It was left alone and when classes resumed after two months, we found the rabbit in its cage; cold and lifeless -- all because it was alone, it wasn't loved. "You really look like your mother," my father growled as he glared at me. As always, he was drunk and angry. That was mainly the reason why my mother left us. She had long been gone but I still suffer the fate of being her son. "I despise you!" father shouted and threw an empty bottle of alcohol at me. I caught it with one hand unlike when I was younger, when I had to endure wounds and injuries inflicted by my drunkard father. I knew I have grown a lot since that time but no matter how old I get, I still couldn't leave my father. I was afraid that he might die... alone... and... unloved.

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