Prologue

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I crawled up into my dad’s lap, sitting happily as he smiled down at me. My mom came into the room, my little brother Mikey wrapped up in a blanket in her arms as she sat behind him. “How’s the birthday boy?” My dad asked. “You're a big, four year old boy now. Are you ready for your party?” I smiled and nodded. “It's gonna be the best party ever!” “Party!” Mikey cheered, clapping his hands. “Mikey it's my party not yours,” I pouted. “You don't even know what a party is.” He was two and still not very good at talking. He mostly just copies what other people says. “Do you have something to wear?” My dad asked. I froze as my eyes began to water. “No! My party is gonna be ruined!” I exclaimed. My dad rubbed my back softly. “Well it's a good thing I got your present, then,” my dad said. He grabbed a pink box that was on the ground beside the couch and handed it to me. It had a white bow on the top with little yellow stars on it. I smiled, pulling the top off the box. Inside was a little tiara that just fit my small head. I smiled, putting it onto my head. “Real diamonds, just for my boy,” my dad said. I picked up what was under the tiara, a pink princess dress with glitter on the puffy skirt. I gasped, standing up right on the couch and holding it against myself. “It's perfect!” I cheered. “Just for my special boy,” my dad said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, giggling happily. “Thank you, daddy!” I exclaimed. He smiled, patting my butt. “Up now, go get changed, everyone's gonna be here soon,” my dad said. I nodded, jumping off the couch to my bedroom. “Do you need help putting that on, Gee?” My mom called after me. “No!” I replied. I hurried into my room, changing out of my clothes and into the pretty pink dress instead. My mom stepped in, her arms now free of Mikey. “Mommy, can you do my makeup and hair all pretty for my party?” I asked. “Alright, let's come to my bathroom,” she said. We walked through her large bedroom to the bathroom. She sat me onto the counter, grabbing her make up bag. She put a little bit of red lipstick onto my lips and a tiny bit of mascara on my lashes. “How about making your hair all curly?” She asked. I nodded happily. She turned me to face the mirror, the curler warming up in the sink. Once it was ready, she took my dark brown hair into her hands, wrapping it around the hot metal. By the time she was done, my hair fell into curls that rested on the tops of my shoulders. “Beautiful boy,” my mom muttered, kissing the top of my head. “Let's go, everyone is probably here by now.” She lifted me off the counter, helping me slip on a pair of pink flats. I reached up to hold her hand as the two of us went outside through the backdoor. Our big backyard was filled with people, a lot who I recognized to be daddy’s friends. Lights hung up around and streamers were everywhere. Balloons were attached to railings and music was playing. My dad came over when he saw me, lifting me up onto his shoulders. “It's the birthday boy!” My dad exclaimed. People cheered, clapping at me. I smiled, waving to everyone. “My boy has turned four!” My dad cheered. He set me back on the ground, smiling as he kneeled in front of me. “Go off and play with the other kids,” he said. “Have a great birthday.” “Thank you, daddy,” I said, kissing his cheek. I hurried off to go play with my friends. Lindsey was there with Ray and Ryan. “Can I borrow that dress for my party?” Lindsey asked. I pouted and crossed my arms. “No, it's my dress. My daddy gave it to me as a special present.” “Can't I just borrow it for one night?” Lindsey asked. I stomped my foot. “My dress! Not yours!” “Let's play tag!” Ray suggested happily. The four of us played together for a while. The sun was set and the stars were shining bright in the sky. We went over when my dad announced it was time to cut the cake. I stood on one side of the table with my dad while everyone else stood on the other side, my big cake on the table. People sang to me and I smiled happily, blowing out the candles once they finished. Someone bumped into another person and that person toppled over. The man fell down onto the table, right onto my cake. I whimpered, tears filling my eyes as the person looked up nervously. “My cake!” I cried. “Daddy, he ruined my cake!” “s**t, I'm sorry,” the man apologized. “You know I would never do that, it was--” “You ruined my boy’s birthday,” my dad stated, interrupting him. “You made my son cry. You've spoiled his fourth birthday party.” He grabbed the man by his upper arm, dragging him into the house. Two of my dad’s friends followed. My mom came over and gave me a hug while I heard yelling inside. After a few minutes, my dad came back out. His knuckles were covered in red liquid. I know it was blood from the time I scraped my knee at the park. It was funny, it kind of reminded me of fruit punch. He wiped it onto his black pants and smiled. “Well, is someone gonna get my boy a new cake?” He asked. Someone volunteered and my dad handed him a wad of cash. “What kind do you want?” The man asked me. I sniffled, wiping my eyes. “I want chocolate. And I also want a princess on it.” The man nodded and hurried off to get the cake. My dad smiled, patting my head. “Anything for my boy.”
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