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I have never have, nor ever been appeased, of what I am about to pen.
Throughout my childhood I’ve never found any peace, nor love, except for
humans, specifically the eternal grace and fondness of my family. For one which,
to whom I love the most, my mother.
Unlike most felines, Fanta preferred the confines of our home. This
initially pleased me, but my joy would turn to resentment when I discovered my
allergy to his kind.
I stood there, paralyzed, as my father, the one who had gifted me the cat,
took him away. Tears welled up, and my father's gaze met mine before shifting
ominously toward my mother. Panic overtook me, and I fled, with death's
shadow in pursuit. It was the specter of death indeed when my father ruthlessly
stabbed my mother, leaving her behind as he turned his murderous intent
toward his own flesh and blood this time.