As the title says, this is the compilation of utter randomness, random stories of different people, not written by them though but as a vivid observer, I see it as my duty to deliver those experiences that are being shared with me by people into the...
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When babies are born, they are supposed to cry, well Cruella was different, Cruella laughed. Everyone in the hospital were shocked but pleasantly surprised too, I mean who can resist a baby's laughter.
She never attended playschool and earned to attend it like all the other kids, when in the hotel she being so cute was always in the spotlight, never shying away from strangers and talking to them. She was a born extrovert, you see.
On her first day of school, kids around her were crying and sticking to their parents while she was smiling waving to her mother "bye", not scared at all.
Till the age of 5 she remembered nothing but being pampered by her parents, her maid teaching her the art of killing butterflies for fun (she was on board before but eventually, she saw, the wrong in the act she was committing and then she stopped) and how she used to sit on her mother's tummy, which for some reason was very...huge?
After a few months she saw a baby arrive at her life, a baby she had been wishing for and thus proceeded to name her "Aislin", she had no idea what it meant but she loved the sound of it, as unique as her name was, so was the baby's stomach. At one point the mother was worried and took the child to see the doctor and asked why her tummy was round, but it turned out to be normal.
Now let's go back to Cruella, shall we? You see, she was so happy that she took her mother's stall and wrapped it around her head as a turban and sat on the bed with her legs crossed and took the baby in her lap and played with her.
The bliss she got in that moment, she made sure she will never forget it. With her, there was her mother's side of the family present. They all were so Happy, too happy for their own good.
As she grew and shifted her house, so did she change the school. Bad at remembering, her mother beat her all the time until or unless she was able to wrote-memorize.
Most of the times it was the hands, sometimes it was her mother's flip flop and in one extreme case even a badminton was used but these beatings, didn't scare her because, at the end of the day, her mother did give her the love but when it came to studies she was worse than Hitler.
Her mother was aggressive but that aggressiveness had engraved some painful yet funny memories in her tiny, little brain.
One day, for reasons unclear, she made her mother angry and adding to that Cruella had been trying to break one of her falling teeth. Her mother's anger taking control of her head, she took a hold of Cruella's head and literally rubbed her mouth on the table (which just happened to be wide open). When she stopped, Cruella was left astonished, the teeth she had been struggling to break herself, was now hanging loose with just a tiny skin attached to it.
Weirdly she was happy, and soon she took it out from her mouth herself. This was not the only teeth her mother had helped her break.
This other time, again she had been trying to break her teeth and in the night she made her mother angry and her mother instead of using something really hard, took something really soft, a pillow and then, bam! One hit with the pillow on her face and Cruella's teeth was out.
Before you get to the conclusion that they could not afford a dentist, well they didn't have to because to them hospital facilities were free due to the nature of her father's job.
She had got her first tooth (which btw were 2 front upper teeth) broken by a dentist and she didn't like it (even though she loved the part where she got to eat ice creams) but soon when her teeth started growing they were, one over the other.
She told this to her then friend who had introduced her to the art of breaking your own teeth and from then on except for 5 teeth, she had broken them all by her own self.
She had an amazing pain tolerance, you could say or she had just started to be crazy, who knows?
Let me tell you the tale behind the other 3 teeth. She was on a train, she had a cavity and when in the night they were sleeping, she tried to pull out her tooth, which eventually became teeth. One by one, after every 3 minutes she woke her mother up and, proceeded to give her a tooth.
One day she was waiting with her father in their car for her mother and sister to come back after buying her favourite sweet. Cruella was in the back watching through the window, she had rolled down her window but for some reason, she had kept a bit of the glass remain its head a bit out. She got bored and started to move from one window to other, unconsciously. She had not realised she had been annoying her father.
Her father got angry and the next thing you know, her father had caught a hold of her head and banged her head on the bit of the open window (he had not realised, what he had done, as he was not able to see her face). Then her father proceeded to scold her on how her behaviour had been annoying her.
Her head was feeling a bit cold and tickle-ish, she was actually giggling. Then her father saw her face through the mirror and saw her head was bleeding. With that, her mother arrived and was in shock and worry, what had been done to her child's face?!
Her mother soon started crying, while she was behind feeling like laughing and through the whole trip to the hospital she had been constantly telling her mother that she was the one who was hurt and she was not crying then, why was she?
Soon when she was lying on the operation bed or whatever it is known as, she saw the doctor put a large thread, inside a large needle. This made all of her courage, say bye bye and soon she was crying to the doctor to inject her with anaesthesia.
She started crying as she was just a mere child not afraid of dying, but, rather afraid of a needle. Her eyes were covered with a cloth and soon she was given 5 stitches on her eyebrow.
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I don't know how but I just can't remember, which week I update, and which week I don't and I have a feeling I either have not updated this whole week or I am updating twice this week but never mind.
