Dear mother of me, where are you going?! No, don't put me on the coat! Return here, Mom! Please, return that stick of color- what?! Umbrella?! But. . . what about me?! Are you leaving me here with Dad?! No, please don't go! Don't take another step outside that door! Mom! Mom! Mo-!

     And she's gone. 

     HEY! Dad, I'm crying because Mom just left, don't bump me up and down! It's poppedy uncomfortable! 

     . . .

     . . . or perhaps not. . . please continue. . .

     Yes, hold me like that. Mom does it, I love it, it's so comfortable. Wow, your perfume smells nice! It's so different from Mom's, what is it? Oh, I can hear your heartbeats, they're so calming. . .

     Wow, this place's much nicer than I thought, more comfortable than I could ever imagine. I like this little crook in your throat, I'll just stick my cheek in there, if you don't mind, sir. Oh, I can hear your pulse! It's just like Mom's! See, you like it too. And the patting on my head, please continue, I really like it~ kekeke~

     Hold on! Why are you turning around? Where are you going with me? 

. . .     Ah. . . Mom left through a wooden door over poopedy, here comes my tears again. there

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     . . . yes, I would like some milk please. . . yes, I am quite hungry. . .

     Are you leaving me on this couch? Alone? Am I to fend on my own against the darkness of this world? Just because you turn on the