An open record of things people cannot explain

Place withheld · 2012-06-28 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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Over there at the far sight, There is a couple, fighting with their veins showing in their necks. Like all the other quarrels between husband and wife, They are supposedly 'arguing' about their child's education. Wife is nagging her husband, and husband rolls his strong, iron hands into fists and trembles. Their bloodshot eyes clearly show they 'will' strike one another in few moments. A shrimp like child seems to be squeezed between two angry whales, Unable to decide anything, But helplessly and nervously rolls his eyes like tennis balls. Why adults do fight? Why do not they just DO a rock, paper and scissors and follow what the winner says? He just does not get this situation with his small head, But this is the first time he realizes that rules at a preschool do not apply to adults; Especially to his parents. An old lady at the scene calls for a pitiful chick. As the rescued child rushes, the old lady smiles warmly, And embraces the child with her loving heart. "Tut, tut... Kids are raising kids nowadays..." She cautiously and softly patted the back of the child. She is like Mama, A scared child dangles some tears, and shyly tries to hide himself by smothering himself into the old lady. For such lovable action... the kind old lady "Ha ~ .Your journey of suffering . . ..Starts RIGHT HERE." . .Sneers "Huh?" 'Did I just hear? No. I think I have just heard something I am not suppose to.' As if to reward the chaotic confusion the child has, The old lady gives her best, sweet warming smile and says, "Despair... ... child." Although he is an indiscreet child yet to know the complicating adult world, He unconsciously slaps this 'very' spiteful old lady.

 

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