I fall on my knees as I cry.
—“Blaze”—Dad calls.
I simply turn away.
—“Daddy”—I cry.
I frown as I turn around.
—“Are you okay?”— Dad asks as he picks 4 year old me up.
—“I fell and I...”— I cry, Dad gently hugs me.
—“Is okay, my little fire cracker, I am here”— Dad says as he gently taps on my back.
I sigh as I turn around.
Of course, because this is what I need right now, to be reminded is that I barely have any living relatives for me to be killing them.
I feel gently tap on my back, I frown as I turn around.
—“Is okay, my little fire cracker, I am here”— Dad says as he opens his arms.
I hug him as I cry.
—“Is okay, my little fire, everything will be okay”— Dad says as he hugs me.
—“I...”— I cry —“I know, is okay”— Dad says.
—“I did not wanted too”— I cry.
—“Sometimes we
