"Why? Why are you crying? Do you feel guilty? Or are you sad because you just found out you're the daughter of a killer? You feel the pain now? maybe. But, you will never understand my pain. How much we suffered after your father killed my dad! You'...
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The gentle night breeze softly slaps Leona's cheeks as she sleeps on the bed, accidentally dozing off while reading her favorite cartoon book.
The night breeze that seeps through the cracks of her slightly open bedroom window awakens her from her lovely dream.
Her eyes slowly open wide. She rises from her bedding. Her throat feels dry. She sits on the edge of the bed before her eyes focus on the night lamp that is already lit.
It's must be her mother who turned it on for her.
Her still-small feet slowly touch down on the bed.
She looks up at the wall clock hanging above. She tries to read the clock based on how her mother taught her to read time.
"10 o'clock at night?" She whispers softly.
Then she reaches for the lion plushie on her study table and slowly opens her bedroom door.
As soon as her feet touch the floor of the room, she faintly hears the sound of the TV from the living room.
5 year old Leona hugs her lion plushie tightly as she tiptoes down the dimly lit hallway because her mother has turned off the lights in all rooms except the living room.
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Her room is next to her father's office.
She notices her father's office door is slightly open. Shadows dance along the wall, cast by the light from her father's still-lit office.
When passing by her father's office, she heard what sounded like a somewhat tense conversation, as if they were arguing, but because the conversation was held as quietly as possible, Leona couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about.
"Are mom and dad arguing again?"
She thought to herself.
She peeked through the slightly open door with a strong sense of curiosity.
Sometimes her parents did argue before, and she saw her mother cry after those arguments, but after a few days, their relationship would return to normal.
