But do I really half to be a baby?
A couple years have past and I am now 5 years old, Sinbad is 9 and everything's been great. Life started out tricky but ever since I was able to speek I couldn't shut up! I would talk about everything! But I still get sad about my old life. I even miss the mysterious man known as Yunan. I just wish I could tell my old family how much I loved them. I really do. But the day after I woke up I met my new dad. He had purple hair just like Sin's and he looked exactly like him to! Sometimes I feel out of place because I look nothing like either of my new parents. I mean look at me I have h/c hair, e/c eyes, and I'm pretty short for my age! But they love me like I was there own. And I think it's safe to say that I love them. I love them a lot! And whenever i do think about my old family I just draw pictures of them. Even tho I suck at drawing mom always hangs them up, then dad patts my head, and Sin gives me a hug and says
'Good job Sis!' I love it so much! But today was difrent. During dinner Sin was upset at dad. He would make remarks about how inmanly he was. It was... Weird.
"Y/n and Sinbad, why don't you two go refill the water?" Mom said trying to calm down the clear tetion in the room. "Yeah of cours, because unlike dad I'm
man enough. C'mon y/n lets go refill the water." Sin said. His voice coated in venom as he said it.
We walked out the house and towards the well. And that night Sin came up to my bed. I felt his eyes burn into the back of my head as he stared at me. "Sin?" I say sleepily. I turn my head towards him and his golden eyes fill with tears. "Are you okay, Sin?" I ask this time a little more awake. "Why does everyone hate dad?" He cried out silently. Tears flooded his cheeks as he cried. I reached out my s/c arm and patted him on the head. I felt his soft purple locks and played with them just like I did when we first met. Finally after a couple hours Sin fell asleep in his own bed and the night returned to peaceful. Until when morning came I heard my mother cry out in a scream. Me and Sin bolted from our beds to the front door to where our mother was and we stared at the bruised and bloodied body in front of us. Is this man dead?