Lauan sat on the floor of the kitchen, playing with her dolls. Her mother was baking bread in the oven while her father was at work.
"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?"
Lauan questioned her mother. Lauan's mother looked at her with her brown eyes and white smile and said.
"Daddy will be coming home soon,he had to stay late to make more money."
Teresa, Lauans mother, went back to kneeding the dough for another loaf of bread.
"Mommy, can I go play outside?
Teresa looked at Lauan and nodded. After a hug from her mother, Lauan ran to the door, only to have it opened for her by her father.Lauans father, Sherman, was a tall dark skinned man with dark hair, resembling Lauan's more than her mothers blonde hair.
"Daddy! you're home!"
Lauan ran over to her father and embraced him. Sherman chuckled and called to his wife that he was home. Teresa came out with a tray of baked bread and gave Sherman a worried look.
"why did he keep you long? why were you so late?"
Sherman looked down to Lauan, gave her a sweet roll, and nodded for her to go out the door and play. Lauan hurried out the door, knowing of the fight to be had between her parents.She ran out the door as shouts could be heard coming from her house.Lauan began to weep at the sound of screaming and ran into the neghbors garden, playing with her dolls.
"Why do mommy and daddy fight?" Talking to a flower.
"Daddy always comes home later and not want play 'cause mommy needs to talk to him about Important stuff. . ." She sniffles and starts to stop crying.
"Maybe Mommy and daddy will stop yelling if they look at you! 'cause your so pretty!" lauan hurridly picked the bright blue flowere from the ground and hastily ran home to put her perfect plan into action.
"Mommy!! Daddy!!" she called as she burst into the house.
"I picked a flower for you!"
The house was silent.
"Mommy?. . . .Daddy. . . .?"
Still no reply.She ran into the kitchen.
"Mommy! Daddy! I picked a-"
Her words were cut off by the sight to behold, she dropped the flower and fell to her knees.
"Mommy?. . . .Daddy?. . ."
She was staring into the white, pale dead faces of her parents.
"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?"
Lauan questioned her mother. Lauan's mother looked at her with her brown eyes and white smile and said.
"Daddy will be coming home soon,he had to stay late to make more money."
Teresa, Lauans mother, went back to kneeding the dough for another loaf of bread.
"Mommy, can I go play outside?
Teresa looked at Lauan and nodded. After a hug from her mother, Lauan ran to the door, only to have it opened for her by her father.Lauans father, Sherman, was a tall dark skinned man with dark hair, resembling Lauan's more than her mothers blonde hair.
"Daddy! you're home!"
Lauan ran over to her father and embraced him. Sherman chuckled and called to his wife that he was home. Teresa came out with a tray of baked bread and gave Sherman a worried look.
"why did he keep you long? why were you so late?"
Sherman looked down to Lauan, gave her a sweet roll, and nodded for her to go out the door and play. Lauan hurried out the door, knowing of the fight to be had between her parents.She ran out the door as shouts could be heard coming from her house.Lauan began to weep at the sound of screaming and ran into the neghbors garden, playing with her dolls.
"Why do mommy and daddy fight?" Talking to a flower.
"Daddy always comes home later and not want play 'cause mommy needs to talk to him about Important stuff. . ." She sniffles and starts to stop crying.
"Maybe Mommy and daddy will stop yelling if they look at you! 'cause your so pretty!" lauan hurridly picked the bright blue flowere from the ground and hastily ran home to put her perfect plan into action.
"Mommy!! Daddy!!" she called as she burst into the house.
"I picked a flower for you!"
The house was silent.
"Mommy?. . . .Daddy. . . .?"
Still no reply.She ran into the kitchen.
"Mommy! Daddy! I picked a-"
Her words were cut off by the sight to behold, she dropped the flower and fell to her knees.
"Mommy?. . . .Daddy?. . ."
She was staring into the white, pale dead faces of her parents.

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