At the age of 3, you stood at your front door trying to hear where you dad is at. You're holding a lunch meal that You manage to get a woman to buy for you. Taking a deep breath, you open the door and quietly walk for the stairs.
"GET OVER HERE, YOU LITTLE MURDERER!" It was your drunk father.
You ran up the stairs knowing that he could not follow you. You are glad that your room is the only room upstairs. You are also glad that you room is like a small apartment. You have a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small washroom. Once you shut you door, you put your lunch meal on your bed that was next to the only window and went to the washroom. You pulled out your clothes and put them on the clothesline to dry. You gone to your pile of dirty clothes and place them in the washer to be clean. After you got done in the washroom, you went to clean your bathroom. Your stomach growled as you just got done cleaning the bathroom. You went to eat your lunch meal.
As you're eating your lunch meal, you notice that there were kids in the next neighborhood playing. You felt tears roll down your face as you watch them play with smile on their face.
"Happiness. What is happiness?" You thought to yourself.
You look away from your window when you heard something hit the window. You look to see what it was ans you saw a pasty white, red-head kid waving at you. You did not know what to do so you just stood there. After a while, the red-head left. As you was doing your laundry, You hear the doorbell. You went to your door and listen.
"Hello sir, do you mind if she can come out and play?" Ask a voice.
You realize that it was the red-head at the door.
"NO! THAT MURDERER WILL NEVER COME OUT! NOW GET LOST KID!"
You felt bad for the red-head.
You've gone back to your laundry and just got done putting your clothes away. As you were making your bed, you were startled by the red-head at your window.
"Hey, let play." his voice was muffled by the window.
You got done making your bed and open the window.
"How did you get up here?" You ask him.
"I climbed. Come on, let play. You're too pretty to be alone."
You smiled for the first time and decided to follow him.
"My name is Stephen, what's your name?" He ask.
"It Nola."
"Nola, it's a pretty name. Just like you!" he said with a smile.
He closed your window and went down the ladder. You followed close behind him.
"Hey Nola, me mother baked some cookies. Want some? Of course you do! Come on!"
You followed him to a nice house, you recognized the woman at the door. You stopped at the gate while Stephen kept going. You watch him talk to the woman, the woman then look at you and motion you to come inside.
You stood at the door not knowing what to do. The woman took your hand and led you to the kitchen.
"Hey, don't be scared Nola. You're too pretty to be scared."
He pulled out a char and you sat in it. He then pushes you closer to the table. You saw some cookies and milk in front of you.
"Nola, this is me mother."
"Hi" You said quietly.
"Hello Nola, no need to be so quiet. I hope you enjoy your lunch."
"I did, it was really good!"
"That's good. You can call me Mrs. Farrelly."
"Nola."
You notice the change in Stephen voice.
"Why did your father call you a murderer?"
The expression on Mrs. Farrelly's face changed. You were just about to answer when you heard the door open.
"I'm back from the gym! Hey, it that the cookie I smell?" Said a voice.
"We are in the kitchen, Martin." Said Mrs. Farrelly.
You saw a man walk in and look at you.
"And who is this girl? Steve girlfriend? Nah, can't be. Steve is only 8 years old."
"This is Nola, I bought her a lunch meal earlier." Said Mrs. Farrelly.
"And I like her, dad." said Steve.
"look son." Said Mr. Farrelly with a serious look on his face.
"You are 8, Howe old do you think she is?"
"3." Steve was quick to answer.
"I know this because I always see her looking out the window with the sad, lonely look on her face, beside…"
He walk over to you and hugs you.
"Her dad calls her a murderer."
You heard Mrs. Farrelly gasp and saw a surprise look on Mr. Farrelly face. Mr. Farrelly Sat down at the table sighted.
"He must have lost his wife due to child-birth." He said as he shook his head.
"All we can do is what we are doing now."
"But dad…"
"It getting dark, I think it time for Nola to go home." said Mrs. Farrelly.
"I really don't want you to go back." Stephen said.
He was taking you back when you grab hold of his hand. You stayed quiet until you got to your window. He opened your window and turned to look at you.
"You won't forget me, will you?" He ask.
"I won't forget you. I will always remember you." You told him.
He smiled and kissed you on your cheeks.
"Good night Nola."