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When I was 3 years old I still lived with my mother.
That was before she died in a car accident when I was 8, leaving me with a father that never cared for me and a cold, empty house. Back when everything was still sweet and life was carefree, I would remember mother’s cookies the most clearly.
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“Mommy mommy” a boy of three says “When can I get a cookie? I’ve been a good boy and you said that only good boys get cookies. I am a good boy right mommy?”
“Yes, yes you are a good boy but good boys only get cookies after dinner which will be finished in an hour” said the child’s mother. “But that’ll take too long” whines the child. “Maybe, but you just have to deal with it” the mother replied “I don’t want to hear any complaints. You’ll just have to wait”. “But but the cookies…” the child complains; only to be quieted by a glare from his mother.
Waiting until his mother leaves the child thinks ‘If you won’t give me a cookie I’ll just get it myself’. Pulling a stool, the child finally gets to the side of the counter, where the cookie jar sat. He heaved himself onto the chair only to face a major problem.
He was too short! However the child persevered raising the hand that could only just enter into the cookie jar.
Constantly wobbling by the child’s hands, the jar finally tipped, spilling the cookies over the counter and onto the floor. Shocked, the child jumped off the chair before throwing the stool to a corner just as the family’s Great Dane, Dan, came in. Standing on his hind legs and placing his paws on the counter, Dan bravely reached for the cookie only to hear a chillingly cold voice behind him.
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“What are you doing!?!?!?” the mother shouted her eyes fiercely glaring at the scene. Under the effects of the frigid gaze which targeted all inhabitants of the room, the child whispered “M-mommy, I’m sor…” only to be interrupted by his mother who yelled “What are you doing DAN!?”
“Eh…?” the child said letting out a shocked noise. ‘So mommy was only angry at Dan not me’ he thought feeling relieved. The child watched as Dan was dragged out by his collar to be punished by his mother. The boy felt guilty, but that guilt was quickly washed away by his relief. ‘Better him than me’ he thought. ‘If only events like this could happen more often’. Remembering all the punishments he had experienced, the child cringed.
‘I know, if it won’t happen often, I’ll just have to make it happen more often’ smiled the child as he finally found a solution for all his problems.
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It's kinda of hard figuring out where to space the lines. As you have probably already noticed this is the story of Lucas from his childhood to the present. This was originally a eight page long story so the chapters look short because it wasn't really meant to be spaced out this way. So um enjoy. :kyaaaa: