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khans dumbass backstory
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“mom! can we get strawberry milk?” i cried to my mother, who sat feet from me. on a bench, reading a magazine with tons of pink and words plastered on the front that i couldn’t quite read yet.
she nonchalantly nodded, mom wasn’t much of a talker but she loved me.
“yay! let’s go let’s go!!” i sprung up from the sandbox and brushed sand off me, running over to mom and dragging her by the hand enthusiastically. i really like strawberry milk!!
one strawberry milk later
i was in the living room playing with toys with my babysitter in the kitchen a few meters away. he was ok, i guess.
mom and dad had been gone for a while now, i miss them.
i just wished my mom and dad would let me go with them to their meetings.
“o..oh okay..” i heard my babysitters voice trail off as he was on the telephone, although. i was too busy playing to notice it had rang.
i had gotten up to see him stuttering and trembling, a fearful look on his face, i didn’t understand why. tilting my head
“what’s wrong..?”
my mother had lost sight of the road in a supposedly heated altercation with my father, the car lost control and skimmed it’s way into oncoming traffic, it collided into the railing, the momentum of the vehicle was enough to server the railing and drove into the river, their bodies were later discovered on the shores of the river.
my aunt and uncle had taken me in and at the reception of their funeral i had hid in the bathroom stall and cried until somebody came looking for me with a snotty nose and puffy eyes.
time passed and i numbed to the crying and felt little. my first relationship in middle school was nothing but bitter.
i accepted anyone who had confessed to me for whatever reason. i still haven’t felt anything with anyone. this had continued into high school.
why can’t you smile?
why aren’t you talking?
what is wrong with you?
am i not enough?
why are you so numb?
i couldn’t connect to anything or anyone except the one thing that had reminded me before my parents had been in that accident. it was the only thing i felt i had left, its a mindless solace.
strawberry milk
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“mom! can we get strawberry milk?” i cried to my mother, who sat feet from me. on a bench, reading a magazine with tons of pink and words plastered on the front that i couldn’t quite read yet.
she nonchalantly nodded, mom wasn’t much of a talker but she loved me.
“yay! let’s go let’s go!!” i sprung up from the sandbox and brushed sand off me, running over to mom and dragging her by the hand enthusiastically. i really like strawberry milk!!
one strawberry milk later
i was in the living room playing with toys with my babysitter in the kitchen a few meters away. he was ok, i guess.
mom and dad had been gone for a while now, i miss them.
i just wished my mom and dad would let me go with them to their meetings.
“o..oh okay..” i heard my babysitters voice trail off as he was on the telephone, although. i was too busy playing to notice it had rang.
i had gotten up to see him stuttering and trembling, a fearful look on his face, i didn’t understand why. tilting my head
“what’s wrong..?”
my mother had lost sight of the road in a supposedly heated altercation with my father, the car lost control and skimmed it’s way into oncoming traffic, it collided into the railing, the momentum of the vehicle was enough to server the railing and drove into the river, their bodies were later discovered on the shores of the river.
my aunt and uncle had taken me in and at the reception of their funeral i had hid in the bathroom stall and cried until somebody came looking for me with a snotty nose and puffy eyes.
time passed and i numbed to the crying and felt little. my first relationship in middle school was nothing but bitter.
i accepted anyone who had confessed to me for whatever reason. i still haven’t felt anything with anyone. this had continued into high school.
why can’t you smile?
why aren’t you talking?
what is wrong with you?
am i not enough?
why are you so numb?
i couldn’t connect to anything or anyone except the one thing that had reminded me before my parents had been in that accident. it was the only thing i felt i had left, its a mindless solace.
strawberry milk
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finyo i had constructed actual passages but art street made them all look like an entire sentence so sorry if it’s hard to read.Display translation