With this story, I have tried to put Lucy's emotions on paper. It's a quick one-shot.

It's about Lucy's early childhood. After every little 'lullaby', there will be a short time-skip. A lullaby is announced with a title in bold.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Fairy Tail


A family of four


I live in a family of four.

Playing with my doll

Makes me very happy.

She cries a lot

And eats a lot

but I love her very much.

We sometimes play

Together

With mommy.

I love those moments the most.

Mommy loves my doll too.
She once called us

Sisters

My daddy smiled at that

He patted my head

And put his arm around mommy.

We are a family of four.

I'm sure

We will always stay like this.

Together

Forever.


Gone


I hate tears very much

But I can't seem to stop them.

Only mommy was able to stop them.

But mommy is

Gone

I can't sleep very well.

Daddy doesn't tell stories

And mommy doesn't give me a kiss.

Because mommy is

Gone

I sometimes wonder

If mommy now is

In the sky

Together with the stars

That she told me stories about.

And now I haven't seen daddy for days

I sometimes wonder

Maybe

Just maybe

He knows a way to reach the stars

And he and mommy are there

Together

So I don't understand

Why daddy doesn't take me with him.

So we can go together.

Because now

I am alone


Reaching for stars


Daddy is mad at me.

I tried to ask him

About mommy

But he became very angry.

I don't think he found a way

To reach the stars.

Maybe he is upset

That he didn't find it.

Because

I am upset too.

But together

We can find it.

Right?


Surley


I made a present for daddy.

I spend the whole morning

Preparing

Working on the present.

It's a riceball

because daddy used to love them

And he and mommy

Would eat them

And he would pat my head.

And mommy would

Smile

Now dad will smile at me because

He will see I tried to make his face

And then he will pat my head

and give me a present.

Surely

He didn't forget my birthday.

Because parents who

Forget

Their childrens birthday

Don't love that person.

That's not the case.

He is not mad at me

Because he doesn't love me.

He is mad

Because he is a tiny bit sad

and a tiny bit grumpy.

Not because he hates me.

Surely

He will remember.


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But he didn't