"What was your childhood Like?" Maria asked, running her hand through the cold water.
"I guess most people would call it traumatizing," Lorenzo answered, earning both a surprised and confused look from her.
"How So?"
"I don't even remember some parts of it," he lied, hoping she would let it go but she was persistent.
"Then tell me the part you do remember," she insisted, almost excitedly.
Lorenzo's sigh of defeat bounced off the trees as he tried recollecting his thoughts, "Okay, let's see...."
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"Mama! Mama, look at what I caught!" The little boy ran across the lawn to meet his mother. The young woman sat cross-legged on the green grass with her favourite sketchbook in hand. She looked up to find her six-year-old son running towards her. He had his hands clasped together like he was holding something delicate.
