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I loved and they back stabbed
Chapter-1.A beautiful introduction that won't give an idea:-
I really loved them. They loved me back. As a child I knew nothing much. They cared for me and looked after me. Fights did take place but not infront of me, behind me in the dark. I had no idea about what they could do or were thinking. I always have given them a higher position than my own parents. Its not that I don't love my parents but I speand most of the time with them and I grew up in them. My parents were working. My father worked in a office and my mother was a school teacher. My parents kept me with them. They knew that they were not good in those people's eyes but they mean no harm to me. They love me a lot. They would teach good values. Yeah, they took care of me. They were my favourite people. I tried to save and protect them as much as I could, as much as a toddler can do. I really poured out my heart with love towards them. I still remember the love had respect I had for them. They praised me with whatever I did. They were looking happy about me. I had a good surrounding. I treated them well. I never insulted them and tried to stop anyone who did a offensive behaviour towards them.
Chapter-2. The false dream that I dreamt :-
I started growing. I started understanding. I started to differentiate between good and bad. I was six years old then. My parents would leave for work and I would remain with them after my school until my parents were back. I started noticing new things. Somethings got clear. I thought they loved my mother and father. But I was wrong. They were only there to take the advantage. They kept on spreading rumours about my parents. They continuously said bad about my dear parents. My parents have never told me not to talk to them or ignore them. They knew they were disgraced but they thought I knew nothing. They thought I couldn't understand but the moment they stepped outside the house the gossip started. The people did not want to say it to me. They wanted to hide it. But I was growing up. I could see and hear. I could hear them whisper about my parents. They said bad things but I could...
I really loved them. They loved me back. As a child I knew nothing much. They cared for me and looked after me. Fights did take place but not infront of me, behind me in the dark. I had no idea about what they could do or were thinking. I always have given them a higher position than my own parents. Its not that I don't love my parents but I speand most of the time with them and I grew up in them. My parents were working. My father worked in a office and my mother was a school teacher. My parents kept me with them. They knew that they were not good in those people's eyes but they mean no harm to me. They love me a lot. They would teach good values. Yeah, they took care of me. They were my favourite people. I tried to save and protect them as much as I could, as much as a toddler can do. I really poured out my heart with love towards them. I still remember the love had respect I had for them. They praised me with whatever I did. They were looking happy about me. I had a good surrounding. I treated them well. I never insulted them and tried to stop anyone who did a offensive behaviour towards them.
Chapter-2. The false dream that I dreamt :-
I started growing. I started understanding. I started to differentiate between good and bad. I was six years old then. My parents would leave for work and I would remain with them after my school until my parents were back. I started noticing new things. Somethings got clear. I thought they loved my mother and father. But I was wrong. They were only there to take the advantage. They kept on spreading rumours about my parents. They continuously said bad about my dear parents. My parents have never told me not to talk to them or ignore them. They knew they were disgraced but they thought I knew nothing. They thought I couldn't understand but the moment they stepped outside the house the gossip started. The people did not want to say it to me. They wanted to hide it. But I was growing up. I could see and hear. I could hear them whisper about my parents. They said bad things but I could...
