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~ * Time Bump - Treehouse ~ *

When me and my sister were little, we LOVED playing with Calico Critters figures, especially in the big treehouse in our backyard. I was five, and my sister was 12. It was absolutely fun to just use our imagination in our Narra tree treehouse. It was pretty huge to say the least. It had some nice spiral stairs and the inside was like a small cottage. Every time I wanted to be in the backyard, the treehouse was the place to be.

I miss it. We left it behind once we moved to America. I really wish we didn't leave. I want to go back.

"Ate!" I exclaimed while playing with the figures. I had a Milk rabbit while she had a Chocolate rabbit. "Watch out for..." I pulled out a duck plush with a pastel ribbon tied on it. "The Coquette Duck!"

She laughed. "It's just a duck, it won't destroy anyone."

I facepalmed. "It's called 'roleplay,' Ate."

"Ron, I'm just kidding." Ate chuckled.

We would always play together. Day in, day out, even past curfew. We never cared, instead living in our own world in our own home. No one could stop us from doing our little roleplays with our toys. Not a single toy left out. Although, when we went past curfew... slipper time!

The proper and traditional Asian punishment.

Other times too, we would listen to our favorite artists. Taylor Swift and Melanie Martinez was practically all we listened to. My parents didn't care about us cussing in lyrics, although outside of lyrics... If we said ONE swear word... you know we're screwed.

"That's fucking weird," I said one day when I was eight. My parents were in there, and that was not good.

"That's it, I'm peppering your mouth," my mom shouted. My eyes widened immediately, and I knew I was done for. Me and her deadass ran around the house and then I locked myself in the bathroom.

"DON'T LOCK THE DOORS IN THIS HOUSE!" I heard Mom say. I just sat back until she eventually gave up. I was trying my best to hold in the laughter, but I was scared to come out, thinking I would be ambushed. Luckily, she never really ambushed me. My mom is not that much of a psychopath.

Our life was okay, until one Thanksgiving dinner. I was still eight, and I was still trying to make an effort to control my powers. But my dad was not letting me go and wash my dishes, and instead talking about things. Now, I do love to talk, but I did want to wash my dishes, and my internal anger flared up.

On accident, I set the dining room ablaze. We were all panicking, especially me. I had done a horrible thing! I was mad at myself. I screamed, cried, and berated myself. I ran out into the treehouse.

The one place I could calm down.

My sister came in about 10 minutes later, and from there, we played with each other to help soothe one another. Our bond was strong, and it still kind of is. Although, we want to build a treehouse in our backyard so we can still let out our inner child. One thing was for certain to me and my family.

That treehouse was like a second home.