Rose, ~Four years old~ “Where are we going?” I looked up at mommy. “It’s a surprise honey.” I could tell mommy was nervous. She was laughing funny and kept looking everywhere as she drove. Every now and then she would look behind and smile at me. I looked down at my doll. Mommy had woken me up in the middle of the night and told me we were leaving for an adventure. She was angry when I ran for my doll because she said we were in a hurry. “Is daddy coming to the adventure?” I asked with a smile. “No dear. It’s just you and me.” My smile is gone. “Remember what I always tell you.” “But,” I pout, throwing my knitted doll on the seat. “Rosemary,” she sighed and looked around again, “What do I always say to you honey?” “Men always disappoint you.” I mumbled. “Never trust any man, even daddy. Do you understand?” She briefly looked back at me. “Mommy,” I screamed, pointing ahead. Two cars had stopped in front of us, making her stop the car. I screamed as tears pooled my face.
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