"One, Two, Three..."
"..Cheese!"
He smiles and the camera flashes. He's sitting in front of a cake. Chocolate with pretty mint green colored frosting. There is blue writing on the cake. There are red, blue, yellow, and orange balloons around the room. The red and yellow balloons have white strings and the blue and orange balloons have black strings. He likes the color orange.
"It's his first birthday. We shouldn't worry too much now, we'll talk later."
I heard the woman say, she took the picture and made the cake with the man she was speaking to. I hate those people. I am real! They just don't know who I really am.
The boy whispers in my ear. "What's wrong with, Mommy?"
"Ask her for some cake."
They should take cake of their child. Ungrateful parents. The child asks for some cake and the woman cuts him a slice. I wave at her, she does not wave back. I never try talking to them.
"Hi.." There was no response.
Bastards. I wish the adults would stay children.
They always ignore me, it's annoying, I'm their child's best friend. Not an imaginary one. I hate that, "Imaginary Friend" I'm only imaginary to them. I'm real to him. I exist!
The child was eating his cake, "Do you want some?"
A
ll I could do was shake my head, "It's yours!"
He grins and munched his green cake.
5 years later
This child is 6 years old, he is fun! He makes this job enjoyable, he is more independent and the adults don't really get in the way, except teachers..they're the worst. They tell you how to think, when to think, when to leave, when to piss, when to eat. The list goes on and it's stupid! School is stupid! What's the point?
It's weird writing again, I was looking back at my old stuff seeing how emo I sounded. Funny
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Mystery / Thriller"I've known you since you were just a little toddler. Please don't forget me! PLEASE!" I pleaded to the boy, but he could not hear me. He was trying to fall asleep but he could not. He poured himself a cup of water and took a few sips. He came to hi...
