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a tiny underdeveloped child sat at the park picking flowers for his mother as she had finally came out of the house to spend time with her son he had never be allowed to spend time with his mother as when strange "uncles" came over he was thrown out the fact that his father allowed men that he had never seen yet met before into the house made the child's brain swell up in curiousness these middle age men smiling and waving at the boy claiming that they knew him and it had always been the same lines "you've gotten so big !" & "I remember when you were this little"
at the age of 6 or 5 he had understood that the men were lying the days had seemed the same as they blurred into each other he had been used to sitting outside of their apartment waiting for the men to leave in a child's ignorance
blinding him as he sat in the cold snow, rain even heat by himself as no one was there to care about him but he was fine he had his mother ! she had to care about him right ? she had to love him as much as he loved her for the simple fact of her being his mother
so he sat there waiting to see his mother's face running and embracing her with full love and affection once she let him back inside the boy's fingers twirled around the flower stem's that he had held in his stubby little fingers
his cheeks dusted with the lightest of rose a innocent smile resting of his face as he finished up the last parts of his flower crown he had spent a full 20 minutes making flower crowns for him and his mother he was overjoyed with happiness his hazelnut eyes
spilled over like honey warming his body in the cold wind of autumn his birthday was soon and he was going to spend it with his mother
the young child stumbled up his hair shinning like gold in the sun turning around expecting to see the tall figure of his mother and there she stood a warm smile on her face as her child ran up to her showing the woman what he was ever so proud of
gushing on how long it took but that was okay because he loved her and it was okay because he knew that she would like it "but mommy can I ask you something ?"
the child looked up to his mother with a look of pure innocence "why do the other mommies call you a whore ?"
