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The only memory ***** had of his first mommy and daddy was snow.
It was frozen water, mommy told him. But it came in funny shapes and sizes. It sparkled when the light hit it and it changed colors. Like yellow, which mommy told him never to eat. So he only ate the white kind, it tastes like water. The weird thing about it though, was that if you tried to catch it, the snow melted. So that's how He knew mommy told the truth, it was frozen water.
***** liked the snow.
Well, he used to.
The young boy was sitting in the back seat of his car dressed in all his winter gear, quietly 'oohing and ahing' at the snow that would hit his window. It was the only thing he could see out of them 'cause it was dark outside and he was too short to look over, since he didn't have a car seat like the other kids his age. He didn't really mind though, 'cause he liked looking at the snow hit and then melt down the glass.
While their young boy sat amazed in the back, his mommy and daddy sat in the front. They were using hushed voices, maybe telling secrets or arguing, 'cause they did that a lot. Whatever it was, they didn't want ***** to hear. But he wasn't listening anyway, he was too excited. Excited 'cause his parents were taking him to the park, which he had never been to 'cause his parents were so busy all of the time. But they were finally going 'cause daddy said they could. He said it would help him sleep, which he had trouble doing since his brain never shut off. It was always so jumbly in there and he just wanted to stay awake. That made mommy and daddy very angry. But he couldn't help it.
So he was very excited that they came up with this idea, one he liked very much.
(no he didn't)
"*****, sweetie." His mommy said, not turning around to look at him. What did she look like?
"Yes, Mommy?"
The woman cleared her throat, she sounded funny. Maybe she was sick. "We're here."
The boy grinned, clapping his hads together in excitement.
"Go on." His daddy said, the deep voice startling the young boy.
"Okay." The boy went for his buckle, but the button was too strong for his little fingers to press. "Mommy, I need help."
She turned, snuffling a bit. Her son was staring down when she clicked the buckle, so he missed he tears that were streaking down her face.
The young boy heard the doors click, unlocking. He grabbed the handle and pushed it open. The chill of winter hit him immediately, snow too. But he didn't care, his face lit up right when he saw the playground that he had all to himself.
"Now, *****, your mother and I are going to park, you go and play. We'll be right there."
The boy didn't think anything of it, just jumped out, shutting the door behind him and let out a loud cheer. Missing the clicking sound the doors made, locking again. He went on, running in his boots through deep snow all the way to the park.
The thin, pale, mole freckled boy jogged as fast as he could, he was so excited. He wanted to go on the big boy slide first. The child climbed up the stairs, pulling himself up with te railing. Good thing mommy put his gloves on, 'cause snow was all over.
"Wow!" He yelled down the slide. It was a big, long green tunnel slide, so it was really scary for just one little boy. But ***** knew his mommy would be right down it when he got out, waiting for him, so he went down it, even though he was scared.
He slid down, yelping as he did.
Mommy wasn't there.
He shrugged. Maybe she was hiding. So he went down it again, just in case. And again. And again.
After the sixth time- ***** didn't really know how many times, but he could count to six so he said it was six- he started to get worried. His body gave a shake. "Mommy? Daddy?"
He looked all around.
No cars were in the parking lot.
His head started to hurt, he was confused.
He looked back to where he was dropped off.
No cars. Not even tracks, the snow was filling them in.
He just realized how cold he was, 'cause he wasn't moving anymore. But the boy didn't want to play.
Instead, he started to cry. So loud that somebody must have heard him, because he heard sirens and saw red and blue light. But he was so cold, not even his coat helped. So he couldn't remember what else happened, because he was already asleep.