"Dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because the regret is stronger than the gratitude"

- Anne Frank

" Honey can you watch Morty today? I'm taking summer out, we're going out to have some mother daughter time." Beth said grinning down at her daughter.

" Sorry Beth i have an interview, and trust me it's gonna be huge! I have a feeling about this one!" Summer and Beth groaned. " you always have a feeling about them" Beth grouchily mumbled.

"Did you say something? I didn't hear you" Jerry said, walking downstairs fixing his tie. "Wha- oh, no Jerry you must have heard wrong" Summer giggled along side her smiling mother.

"Hmmm, ok…" Jerry eyed them suspiciously, before walking over to eight year old summer. Lifting the little girl up by her arm pits he put her on his shoulders, Summer squealed and laughed. Jerry started to run around the room making airplane noises. Eventually he got tired and put the dizzy little girl back to where she had originally been standing, she almost toppled over but managed to grab her mother's leg and steady herself. Jerry grabbed his head trying to get his world to stop spinning. A moment of elapsed silence settled in the air before they all erupted into giggling fits.

Jerry went over to his wife and kissed her gently, after a moment they pulled away, with loving and content smiles on there face. Eight year old summer covered her eyes and giggling she said " Ewww mommy daddy i'm still here!" her parents smiled fondly down at their child.

"How about we leave Morty with a babysitter?'' Jerry suggested.

An uncertain frown made it's way onto Beth's face. "I don't know Jerry.."

"Come on, it's not that big of a deal. It's only a couple of hours. What could possibly go wrong? I can't deal with such a nuisance while at an interview. They'd kick me out before my turn came! " Beth's frown grew, she opened her mouth as if to tell him off for calling there son a nuisance, but nothing came out. With a solemn sigh she surrendered "Alright I guess we can give it a try.."

"Great! I'll call them, you two can go have fun. I still have an hour until my interview begins so I can arrange it no problem!" Both his wife and daughter gave him a peck on the cheek before rushing out the door.

With a satisfied nod he walked over to the computer in his office and searched for any cheap daycare's. Then the word 'free' caught his eye. He scrolled down and clicked the link.

It brought him to another page, where there was a picture of a pair of husband and wife, around their twenties...thirties max. It read: "We lost our young daughter and son in a car accident. It was really hard for us to move on.. When we did, we tried to have a baby. we tried for weeks and then went to the doctor. he said..i couldn't...that I couldn't have a baby. we didn't have enough money to adopt so we opened up a daycare that can help adults like us who can't afford much. this daycare runs on only donations, we love kids, and we'd-" Jerry took a quick glance at his watch. if he didn't hurry he'd be late. So scrolling down to skip the boring life story seemed like the best option. Looking at the address, Jerry's eyebrows rose 'it's close'.

Deciding it wasn't suspicious at all he wrote down the address and stuffed it into his pocket. "Morty get down here we're going out!"

A few moments passed, before jerry heard little pattering of feet hitting the carpet floor. "C-comeing!"by the time little morty made it down stairs jerry was tapping his foot on the ground impatiently. "What the hell took you so long" jerry said, venom dripping in his tone. "S-s-sorry, i-i cou-ld-n't find my shoes." little morty tried his best to sound out each syllable, having just learned how to speak not too long ago. His vocabulary was very impressive for a boy his age.

Jerry sneered and turned away grabbing his keys. And walking towards the door. He stopped for a moment to look behind him. He saw his youngest child pattleing along behind him. He looked at his watch and his eyes widened "shit" he whispered angrily. He was about to be late.

He walked back over to his son and roughly pulled on the boys small wrist. The boy let out a yelp but other then that stayed silent as his father basically dragged him to the car and stuffed him into the passenger seat. Morty looked down at his wrist to see it slightly red by the rough handling. He watched as his father walked around the car to the driver's door and got in. he started the car and they drove off. He didn't even have a seatbelt on. His father ignored him the entire way to wherever they were going.

Just another day for Mortimer Smith.

He wasn't sure what the constant pain in his chest was. Being too small to know what it was to have neglect-ant parents. Papa didn't like when he spoke, he said he sounded stupid because of his nonstop stutter. His mother didn't hug him or cradle him when he had a nightmare like summer, she'd simply act as if he wasn't there. His big sister...for some strange reason was jealous of him, he couldn't fathom why she would possibly be jealous of him of all people. But she was. He didn't get the privilege of calling his parents mother or father. If he ever did that, or even slipped he'd immediately get punished.

He had no friends. no one to talk or laugh with. So he began to become an introvert. He never went outside. The neighborhood kids were jerks and said things that made him feel unwanted. But then again his family did the same things.

Lost in thought morty hadn't even realized they had arrived at there destination. It wasn't until his father purposely yelled in his ear causing him to flinch did he snap out of his pondering.

He stepped out of the car, looking around he saw a great big white house in front of him. His father pushed him towards the front gate and left, not even bothering to see if it was safe. Though he didn't take it personally, besides this would be fun!

Little did he know, this place would soon become his personal hell.