This diary entry is written by ‹freckleshoulders›. ( View all entries )
Saturday, 18 December 2010
01:46:10 AM (GMT)
around fifteen years ago, a baby was born in california. this baby's
daddy was a victim of tempting alcohol, his mommy a victim of a stubborn,
malfunctioning brain, and he himself was a victim of a lack of love. his daddy beat
him, replacing his son with empty bottles, his mommy beat him, replacing her son with
deep confusion. one day this boy was taken away from the lack of love, but it
followed his trail. his daddy never visited him, though his mommy did. well one day,
his daddy's body gave up, and he ceased to live. this boy still bawled at the loss of
his daddy, the one who never taught him how to love. he stares down emotionless at
the picture of an aged portuguese man with a grim smile on his face. after that
tragedy, the boy's mommy is struck by a car, living a dim life in the hospital still
as the boy holds close a glossy photo of her grinning by his side. he lives with his
aunt and his uncle, but the lack of love isn't far behind. it's lurking in the
corners no one cares to look, aiming to claim the boy again. this aunt and this uncle
don't get along, they decide they're giving up on each other and calling it quits.
divorce. about eighth grade is when this girl met this boy, and the girl could not
stand him, until later, when she began to adore his every word. so anyway, this boy
moves in with his pregnant older sister and a young niece, waking up every morning to
find the little girl sharing the same bed. this older sister isn't nurturing like a
mother should be, she's not slow to beat up her brother with harsh words and slaps.
so the boy moves out and into the house with his good friend and a stable family.
this friend just so happens to be a kid the girl went to preschool with, whose
brother married her cousin, who used to think she hated him. so this boy then seems
to fancy the girl he met in eighth grade and asks her to go out. from then on, the
"outings" continued, and the kids grew closer, finally proclaiming they were
"together". the boy is so strong in the girl's eyes, and she can't believe he made it
so far with a grin on his face. and now that dreaded lack of love has lost its way to
the troubled boy, and the girl only hopes she means as much to him as he does to her.
the funny thing about this story is that this little baby's name means "god is with
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