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Odd little memories. That's what I had, the ones that nobody else but I care about. I sunk into the sofa, twitching my toes while watching Dad prepare lunch. He keeps looking back at me as I plait my hair in the way Mom has always taught me too. I sigh for no particular reason that I can think of, but even so, Dad catches it. He strides over to me, before carefully sitting down on the edge of the sofa. He smiles. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," I simply reply, no expression in my voice. There's an awkward silence and nothing happens, until Dad brings up a random subject.

"Do you remember that time when we, your Mother and I, both washed you? Then we took you to our bed?" The answer was yes. I did remember. It was one of those memories I'll never forget. It was one of those perfect family moments.

I had been baking with Dad; at least I was trying. We'd been making cheese buns for Mom, who'd just gone on a hunting trip. I got incredibally messy. So messy, in fact, that the kitchen table was almost completely covered in flour and I had food all over me. Once the buns were out of the oven, I did something which I'd thought was funny. I threw a fistful of flour at Dad, although my hands were so small that alot of the powdery substance sifted through my chubby little fingers. I was frustrated by the little effect the action had done, other than resulting in Dad picking me up smiling affectionately at me. "My little girl," he'd mumbled. He shook his head slightly and tried to brush off anything that had got onto my arms. He gave up though, seeing that there was only one option. He started walking out of the room and into the hallway, which is where I realised what was going on.

"No!" I had said, complaining in my little childish voice. My dad laughed,

something I didn't see why he did at first, at my stubborness. As if by my father's luck, Mom had walked into the house at that moment. He eyes fixed on the little scene in front of her. We, Dad and I, both brought our eyes away from eachother to look at her. She was beaming, the reason for which I never really worked out. While I was still looking at her, Dad continued our journey up the stairs. I only worked out that he was still heading for the bathroom, when it was too late. "NO!" I'd screamed as my father twisted the handle to the dreaded door. I squirmed, but my father's grip was too strong. Once inside, I heard Mom's light footsteps running up the stairs. She slowly entered the bathroom, making sure there was no space for me to run away, even though Dad was facing me away from the door as he started to undress me.

The water started running when Dad was just finishing taking off all my clothing, so after he wrapped me up in one of the family's fluffy towels and sat me on his lap. "Me don't want a bath!" I spoke out. Mom, who was constantly checking the water temperature.

"Why not Honey?" she asked, in a patient and loving mothery voice.

"Me want to play!" I squealed and clapped my hands together. Dad's grip grew tighter around me, as if he didn't want to let go. Mom stopped the water running and crouched down onto the floor. She leaned towards Dad and I, before kissing my forehead. "Play?" I asked her, stretching my arms out to reach her. She shook her head slightly and so I leaned back on my Dad's chest. "Me want to play," I sulked. Dad and Mom glanced at eachother and had one of those 'parent moments'.

"If _ has a bath," Mom began.

"Then you can stay in Mommy and Daddy's bed," Dad finished. Like with all little children, the reward changed my mind.

"Yay!" They both stayed with me in the bathroom, scrubbing at all the dirt on my arms and legs. They stayed to listen to my nonsense stories, using little toys that I'd recieved for my brithday. When it was time to get out of the bath, I didn't want to leave. I was a stubborn and quick-changing-of-mind child. Dad managed to pull me out in the end and dried me off. However, he left Mom to dress me into my night clothes. I didn't understand why he left but I clinged onto my mother. "Don't go Mommy," I whispered.

A LITTLE LATER ON, NO LONGER 'FLASHBACK' (TOO MUCH WOULD BE REVEALED)

The door swings open. Dad and me turn our heads to see Mom and Annie stroll in. "What's happening here?" I glare at Dad. Fluffy moments are not best revisted for me.

"I'll leave your daughter to explain," Dad said. He raised himself from the sofa, leaving me to stumble over the long story.

"Um...it doesn't matter."