Kaelen’s POV
Eight years old…
“I don’t want that, Father.” My face scrunched up in disgust. It was my second rejection in an hour yet my father retained his smile.
“Alright, baby. I’ll get you something else.”
We were at the camping grounds. There was no way he would get any of the lavish meals I was used to but he didn’t stop trying. At the fifth go, he watched me intently.
“Do you like it, baby?”
I took a sip hesitantly then beamed with a bright smile. “I do.”
“If you don’t like it, you can tell me. I can get you something else.”
I stared at his exhaustion streaked face. Father did the work himself. He refused anyone from helping him get my meals and even after being picky, he didn’t scold me.
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Twelve Years Old…
“Ow, ow, ow, Ahhhhh!”
My ankle joint was twirled twice
