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I tried my best to keep it in, but with his willingness to listen and his fatherly aura about him, I just could not, and fell down on the mat with tears drowning my eyes. I cried and cried and finally felt a hand on the back of my neck and had to look into his warm eyes that almost did my own grief.
"Come here my child," he told me, his arms opened wide. I snorted and went into his comforting embrace.
I must have cried for a long time with him shushing me and telling me that all would be fine now that I was protected and loved. This I did, but what he did not know was what I was telling him.
"Splinter ..."
"Yes, my child?"
"I'm ready to tell you ..."
"Go ahead ..."
"When I was two or three time before all this, I left my adoptive mother myself, my sister and father to fend for ourselves. We spent every day together, and I went to school on occasions. Fact, strange as it is, I love school, I always loved going to school and learning new things that I could tell my adoptive father. He was best friend ... my only friend besides my uncle who helped us and stayed with us through nine years until now. ocassionally I would visit my adoptive mom here ... she hated me thought I was a bastard that was causing me to get my adoptive father's fortune when I turn eighteen. course she was my mother, so I could not blame her, nor could I tell my dad, because God knows what he would do and get themselves into for nothing. So me and my dad spent every day together and were never a part of until he became ill ... "I cried a little," I do not know how or when or why ... he just got very sick and told me that he was going to be okay and that we would be together, doing projects again as we used too. But even then the doctor who had known us for a long time, and was kind enough to give and check up on him sometimes ... even he told me that he had no idea what this disease was and even the medicines we give him would not cure his problems. So I watched him, the day after rainy dark day, he sat in the bed ... slowly whilting away. Until tonight, he told me his will. .
"Come here my child," he told me, his arms opened wide. I snorted and went into his comforting embrace.
I must have cried for a long time with him shushing me and telling me that all would be fine now that I was protected and loved. This I did, but what he did not know was what I was telling him.
"Splinter ..."
"Yes, my child?"
"I'm ready to tell you ..."
"Go ahead ..."
"When I was two or three time before all this, I left my adoptive mother myself, my sister and father to fend for ourselves. We spent every day together, and I went to school on occasions. Fact, strange as it is, I love school, I always loved going to school and learning new things that I could tell my adoptive father. He was best friend ... my only friend besides my uncle who helped us and stayed with us through nine years until now. ocassionally I would visit my adoptive mom here ... she hated me thought I was a bastard that was causing me to get my adoptive father's fortune when I turn eighteen. course she was my mother, so I could not blame her, nor could I tell my dad, because God knows what he would do and get themselves into for nothing. So me and my dad spent every day together and were never a part of until he became ill ... "I cried a little," I do not know how or when or why ... he just got very sick and told me that he was going to be okay and that we would be together, doing projects again as we used too. But even then the doctor who had known us for a long time, and was kind enough to give and check up on him sometimes ... even he told me that he had no idea what this disease was and even the medicines we give him would not cure his problems. So I watched him, the day after rainy dark day, he sat in the bed ... slowly whilting away. Until tonight, he told me his will. .
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