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"Do you remember how your parents treated you when you were young? Think about the beautiful memories that make you smile. How soft your mother's voice was, how your father laughed at your little whims."
"Think about all that happiness, your mother's smile, her helping hand that led you so you wouldn't fall, your father's vibrant voice..."
Memories from the past flooded his mind. A memory that was beautiful, yet also bitter—a memory he wanted to remember but also wished to forget.
"Dear Vina! My dear... Come here, dear... My little princess, such a cute little girl..." The soft voice with the beautiful smile made little Vino stumble.
"Come here, baby, come on..." She held out a colorful lollipop.
The small Vino made a grumpy face, frowning. He hated his clothes. He didn't like the lace dress with flowers on it, and he wasn't comfortable with his hair tied up by the lace headband. He hated it.
