-Carrie-
Life isn't quite easy for me. You may not understand why just yet, but you will. You see, I'm a boy, but not physically. I didn't use to be a boy. Once I was your average five-year old girl, but that all changed on the day of my sixth birthday.
You see, on that day, I had just gotten out of bed. I was excited to find the presents my parents had usually hidden around the house. It was a family tradition to do so. But what I found instead, was a man sitting in the living room.
He wasn't like any other man my parents had brought home. He wasn't wearing fancy clothes, neither was his hair combed in a proper manner. Instead, he had on a shaggy t-shirt with a random band name plastered on it and regular brown shorts.
The man smiled at me, but I couldn't smile back. He was suspicious, and mom and dad told me never to approach a suspicious man. Instead I stepped back to be hit by my mother's thighs.
I stared up at her and smiled. "Mommy! Who is that?" I asked. But she didn't answer me, she didn't even so far as looked back at me. She just pushed me aside and sat beside the man. In response, the strange man wrapped his arms around her lovingly like what dad always did.
I felt confused. "Mommy?" I called out at her. I heard her click her tongue and turned to me, a forced smile plastered on her face. "What sweetie?" she asked in an irritated tone. I frowned.
"Why are you acting so strange? Where's daddy?" I asked hesitantly. She rolled her eyes in an annoyed manner. "He's gone" she answered curtly. I quivered sadly. 'Where'd he go? When's he coming back?" I asked.
She snarled at me. "Stop asking stupid questions! He'll be back later, alright? Now go in your room and play with your dolls!" she snapped at me. My whole body flinched and I obeyed her, tears stinging my eyes.
I spent the whole day of my birthday in that room, staring only at my dolls with puffy eyes. Unanswered questions swirled in my head, but I was too scared to ask them. Mom might yell at me again.
That same night, I heard the 'I'm home' of my dad and the front doors closing. Then there were a few scrambling and whispers coming from the living room where mom and that man had sat down in.
"What the? June! What is the meaning of this?" my dad roared. I flinched and scrambled to my feet to check outside. as I peeped through a small gap on the door, I saw my mother behind the man.
Mom had only a blanket covering her body while the man only had on a pair of boxers. "What the fuck?" dad cussed at her. Mom merely rolled her eyes boredly as if dad's reaction had been far-fetched.
"I've been cheating on you, so what?" she snarled. I saw my father's eyes flicker red before a fight spurred between the three of them. I couldn't exactly remember what they said. I was too young to understand most.
I did, however, remember my mother and the man leaving the house. Her gaze was locked onto me with a satisfied expression. I felt my body froze at that moment, petrified.
As the front door clicked closed, I rushed to my father's side just as his body fell on the ground on his knees. "Daddy? Where's mom going?" I asked. I saw the tips of his mouth quivering, the brim of his eyes filled by tears.
"S-she's gone Carrie....she's gone." he sobbed into his palms. Felt saddened by my father's state, I hugged his frame in my tiny arms. He hugged me tightly as he sobbed onto my back.
'You really love mom, don't you dad?" I smiled sadly. He continued to sob as he nodded vigorously. I felt my own eyes brimming with tears at that moment. Dad was hurting, because of that woman.
That was the day when I'd decided, I won't be like her, I won't look like her, I won't even so much as resemble her. That was the moment when I became a boy.
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