Like a butterfly gently caressing its wings out of the cocoon it was just born into. Cupid slowly learns to caress and branch out his own wings into his own interest as time goes on. As seasons pass summer turns into fall he plays in the leaves with Jake and learns to make chicken stew with his mother he watches the tv and learns about discipline in its basic values although he wasn't entirely sure as to what it really was. "Hey mom what is discipline? "Said Cupid. "Well honey it's doing something you have to do even if you don't want to do you understand "Cupid understood it he just wanted to know it deeper something that separated him from the other kids around him his abnormality for finding the deepness within ideas or constructs and even sometimes people. Scratching their souls in a way and making them become truthful and disgusted by lies or to try and hide something from him his eyes showed him the truth. Cupids' eyes while seamlessly devoted of any color truly pitch black carried a heaviness to them as to signify royalty and justice. That is why it seemed like they couldn't lie they would be lying to royalty although jack wasn't affected by this and his parents weren't either as he got it from his father, he would realize it soon going into middle school.

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Fall turned into winter and just like that the new years had come and gone. Cupid had officially turned 10 years old an achievement of itself some kids in his neighborhood had not even lived that long due to harsh environment it could have sometimes. Though for his birthday for the first time in his life he had actually gotten something he got a cupcake with some sprinkles this especially meant a lot to him as both his parents gave it to him the first time Hes ever seen his father and mother both smiles. "Hey, eat up buddy we got it for you" said Cupid's dad cupids dad worked in a factory with harsh conditions and tried his best to put food upon the table even if it wasn't much and he was a raging alcoholic deep down he still loved his son in a way. "yea hurry up before it gets cold blow out your candle". Cupid just looked up at them from across the dining room table they were sitting at. He just started to cry and cry. "Thank you, mom thank, you dad I love you guys" "We love you too" he had not felt actual love like this in a long time it felt like where both his parents fully acknowledged and supported him and most importantly loved him.it was a warm feeling although it wouldn't permanently last.