2 W H A T A M I? (2/2)

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One of the attendants pulled out what looked like a remote car alarm and pressed a gray button with a blender on it. The gray light on the button blinked three times before it stopped. When it stopped, a man suddenly appeared. His gray hair was braided into a single 3 strand braid that stopped just below his shoulder blades. He was tall with broad shoulders and defined muscles. He had a grecian nose, hooded silver eyes, full lips and almond skin. His voice was unique in how it seems to always be in a low growl.

The little attendant pointed over to the man with pets and in affirmation, the gruff man nodded his head. She in turn went over to the women who wanted their clothes recycled and playlist to be their requiem.

”Good day sir. I'd like to know where exactly your pets are and where your relatives live.” He tilted his head down slightly to respect the man and pulled up a globe. The man pointed to a small island where his pets were and two places on opposite coasts of the same continent. ”The animals are all currently under the care of my hired caregivers. My nieces and nephews live on one side of the continent with their parents while my parents live on the other side.”

”If you'll excuse me, may I know why they live on opposite sides.”

”Of course! The man who will care for and relocate the animals has the right to know the affairs of the future caretakers. My parents previously disowned my siblings and I because we refused to fund their indulgent, wasteful lifestyles. We didn't like how they swindled the naive people who trusted them out of their money and property so we cut off their funds after we gained control over the supply. They tried to threaten the youngest twins who at that time were only 3 years old.” As he retold his family fragmentation, he saw red and shook.

”At that time, my brother was married to the police chief so he called him over as soon as he had the opportunity. When my brother-in-law arrived, my parents were about to inject the twins with a lethal drug. Even though our parents were such horrible people, we couldn't bear to end them. There was a time where my mother was a kind yet stern woman who ran a tight household. Fights were to be resolved within a week, dinner was to be completely finished, homework was to be done as well as possible, gossip was to stay out of the house and our conversations.” The man's eyes slowly reverted back to their state of clarity before they grew misty.

”Her favorite saying was 'A human is only human as long as they don't lose sight of the principles that promote life.' I always asked her if eating snacks before made me human and she would always smile while chopping the top of my head playfully. My father was a playful, reliable man. He always teased my mother to illicit a certain reaction out of her.” At this point his tears were streaming down his face without any sign of stopping while the man had already taken him to a room for privacy.

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”Father always said 'A man isn't a man if he doesn't protect his happiness.' I remember when I was 15 I asked him what his happiness was and he just smiled before looking towards the rest of the family. 'Honey, we should just go to space with the kids.' 'Are you an airhead? Have you hit your head? Should I hang you upside down with an oxygen tank?' My dad would laugh and slowly back away while hiding behind my sister and he would always respond with the cheesiest thing ever. 'First, I'm an airhead for you. Second, I hit my head when I fell head-over-heels for you. Lastly, I'd enjoy anything you do to me, but remember that we have children around so keep it PG outside a private space.'

Without fail, my mom would blush every time and stutter as he ran away with her in his arms laughing.” The man's voice then took a turn when he began after composing himself.

”Everything changed after a car accident when someone crashed into their car. Before the ambulance got there, apparently the culprits injected them with drugs that would numb the brain and cause memory failure. As a result, my parents forgot who they were. When my siblings and I found out, we tried to rehabilitate them but they just wouldn't listen. We never registered in their minds.

Later on, they got into gambling, drugs, and human trafficking when the culprit approached them. Then that event happened and we didn't have a choice but to leave them to their devices. Apparently though, the culprit is going against your lady and her forces. Additionally, they have to inject the drug every week so that my parents don't suffer from a relapse.”