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Of all the memories Chazz had of his childhood, there was one that stood out the most. One of his parents. One that probably was never going to go away.
Chazz couldn't remember how old he'd been. He knew that he must have been fairly young. His mother kept warning him not to touch the stove. Every time he got close, his mother would suddenly be by his side, shooing him away.
When Chazz's father noticed this, he had gotten very angry. He began to yell at Chazz's mother. Chazz hadn't understood much, so he didn't remember much. Something about learning. Something about letting him do it. When Chazz's mother replied, it was in a soft voice. She almost never raised her voice out of anger, he remembered. And never to his father.
Chazz had been hiding behind his mother, fearful of his father when he was in one of his moods. Chazz wasn't positive, but he thought that maybe his mother had been just as surprised as Chazz had when his father grabbed his arm and yanked him into the kitchen.
Of all the memories Chazz had of his childhood, there was one that he would never forget. The memory of his father forcing his hand to touch a burning stove, and the sound of his mother's crying along with his own.
AN: I wrote this in like two seconds because it just kind of hit me. I know it's too short to even be called a story, but I thought since I haven't posted anything for awhile I'd put this up. In like seventh grade, I had this teacher I really loved. She was telling a story about how in parenting school, they told her to let her son touch the stove himself so he'll learn. She said when he cried from touching it, she cried, too. I like the idea of Chazz's father being so set on his child learning the hard way that he's cruel. I promise to write another Rivalshipping fic soon!
-Cenoha