"Why don't you love me Angie?!" The man shouts, mother cradles me in the corner, her arms around me protectively, trying to keep me away from father who held the machete wildly in his hands, jealousy burning in his eyes.

"G-Gal! S-Stop! Our child is here!" She shouts, holding the baby me as father snatches mother's face, slamming the machete slap center of her forehead... But she still clutches to me, the blood pouring down her forehead as her eyes widen.

Father soon staggers back, tears in his eyes as he runs off, leaving us there to die.

I was only a baby, so of course I can't tell you how long she was sitting there, holding me as I cried with blood dripping down on me.

I cried. I was only a baby, what else was I supposed to do?

I forgot who it was that saved us, but my aunt took me in her arms, calming me down as the ambulance came...

Mother survived, don't worry. :)

Sorry it's so short lol. I do ask one thing: do not pity me, please. I am happy now, and always will try to be
UwU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lk_6xb7iDN8