Updated: Dec 29, 2021
What makes a grown-up man cry? They both knew they couldn’t go home, so Millmyre and Fonseca had to move the night by the coast. Everyone thought of them as brother and sister, but as far as she was concerned, her husband thought that this beetle could play a role in their food chain. Since they were using their fingers to calculate more than ten, nobody threw them a purpose or profession. Fonseca must have stolen the cookies rather than the money that was inside - he blamed. She told them they had to convince a landlord only for the first month and planned to pay the rent coupled with the following month. The expectations of a simple man come real, but the landlord tied a rule before favoring: they had to stay within the landlord’s upper chamber to prevent them from escaping at the end of the month. “If there is no fault in life, there’s no salt as well.”, said the landlord. As Fonseca sweated as a maid for the landlord’s daughter, Millmyre had secured a bread as a gummer for a small carpenter. All their lull of nights is caressed by love. And by the fourth week, they already had the money owed to the landlord. They lived there for more than a year, but the mountains did not reach the sky, and they only had the money to buy clothes they did not like. After some more years of sharpening the saw, they moved from the landlord’s house yet still lived on his property. A few months later, Fonseca was with a child, and Abel was born at her cost. Millmyre thought his damage was irreparable and hated Abel like he was made to be blamed for all human sins. At the age of six, after rescuing from two frank murder attempts, there were already 19 saw scars on his legs. As her sister’s remembrance, uncle Glockenspiel had to set this kid a living. Adopting his on top of his six children would obviously threaten his prenups and write-up wills. However, he thought he could persuade his wife with time, but the fence itself fiends the farm - she tried to poison him at nights. Abel was had to be thought of as survival than showering love. Regrets raining from the roof, uncle Glockenspiel took him to lord Dawnwell and sold him as a royal taste man or kid at least - who cares? The palace would not pay him, but he could enjoy the cuisine of the lord, and his mistress would. Oh, what a privilege! Perhaps a sugar-coated plague. Twelve years of death streak rolled, and the lord had just married his fourth wife from the culture which he could only say hello. Even though Laerita was on the other side of the planet, she still wanted her daughter to resonate with her culture. Lord Dawnwell agreed once in a green moon to visit Sugarsome. So Laerita won over the argument of employing an au pair for Clency. Taisha was in her mid-forties which you could not agree unless she says. She was a translator with a dark past before she came here. Within weeks the home rats intimidated her to do the domestic errands. Even though she was celebrated as a teacher, other maids and servants could not crown someone on top of them so quickly. Point the stars and pack the glitters; she had been called for a thing, but they asked her for something else to do now. Taisha was calmly crying on her bed, and lord Dawnwell wanted to test how his tongue works. He summoned everybody on the castle to condemn the other maids telling, “The jealousy that we have on a million people who are above us is quenched by the only one who is below us.” And also gave her a white leather pinafore to draw a distinction from other maids. Her scents drift in Abel’s heart, expecting forty-seven chorus for his love. Since nobody was teasing his wish, so he made a move on her. As the dog barks morning comes, he had happy thoughts with answers found. The palace would not allow men from the working class to step up and marry a woman from the administrative class; Au pairs are never legitimized to marry anybody during their service period - a lifetime. If they planned to elope, they would be caught even before their zippers. But she gave him what he needed. Their relationship was secretive than any royal secrets. Life is too fast when you think it is not. Who could control on the ice? Lord Dawnwell, having had one over the eight and then called the beauty of refuge to his chamber, where a night falls in the center of them. She was inconsolable and felt like an ornament that anybody could try on the go. Lord Dawnwell always kept a decent distance of four hair-width from her. And everybody pretended that they just had their eyes for breakfast. The woman after rain, unleashed the regrets to Abel. With a staple in his heart, Abel confessed their relationship to Clency. And the teen hatched a plan: She said that she could seek her father to swift Taisha to her room for no good reasons - she did. Clency was not totally on their page, but she had to do it only because her father took the lion's share from the crime rather than the taste man. Rubbers don’t stretch forever. It happened again. Now, Clency could not move a whisker other than shattering the family and its shame. So, she folded her hands towards misdeed. When the sun pierced through the fog, Taisha was ill, and even the wives’ hairdressers knew the reason except them. She was so tired, and her very eyelids were a burden for her. Abel could not fight a shark with a fork and had already enjoyed his smallest existence on this planet, so he decided to speak him in the same language - He acknowledged his own poisoned food and died with his lord.