Scott was in agony because of a storage problem. Even after the struggle, his brain couldn't handle everything it had taken in, so nature had to yet find a solution about the problem.
"Another memory".
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"2008"
"Vroom, vroom, vroooooooommmmmmm".
Scott said these things when he was five years old, playing on a bare floor with his wooden toys. "My car is the fastest car in the planet,"
"Little did he realize that his future would be a wild adventure".
She had a book in her small hands and was seated on a wooden chair. Sunlight entered the room through a glass window on the side, illuminating her delicate features.
Greyish-blue eyes were fixated on the tiny words. Jet black hair held in a messy bun on top of her head. She pushed a stray strand behind her ear as it lingered in the corner of her vision and disturbed her peaceful reading. Skimming through the text, her eyes would squint every once in a while. She seemed like a reader who emotionally bonded with the characters, feeling their each and every sentiment while reading a book.
"Scott, you need to drive carefully while doing this. I can guarantee you that I would not express any sympathy if you were hurt throughout the process "a somber, dulcet, and lovely voice erupted.
"Mom, don't worry about my driving. The rides I'll be doing with Dad, my sister, and you in the future are what I'm actually practicing for. I have to be perfect before that day comes "The young kid said.
"Despite the fact that I can tell you are working hard to improve, I shudder a lot because of your wandering".
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A man walked into the room with a small child in his hands.
Scott and his mother were able to rise up as the chilly, gruff voice that said, "We are home," abruptly filled the room.
The young boy called out, "Dad," and raced to greet his father, reaching out to touch the nylon bag he was holding to check whether there was anything inside. When he learned the items in the bag weren't suitable for direct consumption, he diverted his attention away from the bag and toward his father's face.
"What's up, Scotty?"
His Dad gave him the moniker "Scotty" growing up.
"How are things going today? I hope your mother hasn't had to deal with you since I left".
"Dad, I'm as gentle as a church mouse. I wouldn't take such a comment from you".
Scott swiftly shifted his attention from his father's side to his sister's. He walked over to his sister, his smile evil and he had something dreadful in mind.
His giggle grew louder as he approached, and as he began to elevate his hands, his fingers tingled as if he were ready to yank her eyes out.
"He assaulted."
His sister received a punishment of laughing as he administered the "thousand fingers of anguish." The only thing this method included was tickling someone's body, but Scott and his sister had to mention a term for it.
"Big brother st...… heheheheheheheh"
"Please sto... heheheheheheheheh".
"Say sorry," Scott warned his sister, or I won't leave you at all." She shouted, "I'm sorry". "I missed you so badly," he said as he gave her a hard hug.
At this point, one might assume that Scott and his sister haven't seen each other in a while, but they actually happened to be together that morning; the only thing separating them was their respective schools.
They didn't go to the same school, and their legs couldn't handle the distance between them. Normally, their mother would pick them up one by one, but this time was different.
Their father opted to choose the junior one while the mother was notified because he was returning from a trip.
"Dinner time!!!l"
When they heard that, all of them—including the so-called father—ran to the dining table.
"No one wants to pass up their mother's cooking. I meant to say all of my mother's dishes, not just my favorite. Why? They were superior ".
The rest of Scott's family was peacefully seated and waiting for the lunch when Scott's mother entered the room with a tray.
He couldn't help but notice his mother's enormous breasts as she placed food on the table. She was dressed in a white satin gown that was obviously somewhat tight but looked great on her.
"No man would ever be able to resist the temptation to gaze into her breasts, believe me when I say that. They were barely visible under her gown. I was prepared to become the devil if having to view Scott's mother's large melons forever was going to be my punishment. Even now, I have no idea what Scott's father was planning to make for dinner ".
"Was this Mom's strategy for obtaining her cherished husband?".