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My mother always told me not to open doors for strangers, no matter who they were, or what they wanted. It never really hit me as to why until it happened. The feeling of being alone in a room with nothing but shattered skulls, and unidentified bones made me realize that the world is just like a Dandy Lion - it's important, and outstandingly beautiful, but one wrong blow and it'll be gone.
My name doesn't matter in story, but the way I failed to honor it does. At the time I had just turned eight, life was good; peaceful and very short for me. Although not having my father around, my mother gave me the best life she could. Money was tight, but we managed well. The day of my birthday, December 29, dad didn't show up.
Something in me knew what it was, but I held back all my tears of hatred; anger for him so my mom wouldn't have to come up with an excuse like all the other times he couldn't come into town to see me and mom. So that night I asked her why he never wanted to see me, and got the same response, " Your father loves you so much sweetie, he just has a lot on his plate right now, but don't worry he'll come for new years. I promise." Not once did he show, and I never believed her lies.
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