(Choose your husband/wife ^^, edit in order to change the blanks n stuff)

I, __, and you, are married. We met in high school and started off as simple friends who really didn’t talk much. In college, we had to communicate more, and because of that, we saw we have a lot more in common than we thought. Now, we are married.

our first years of marriage were like the couples in the movies of course, kind of annoying, actually through all the love. But we loved one another and still do. We ended up having a baby girl named Liliana (have an extra kid if you want, edit here in order to do so), she’s 2 and almost 3 years old. We also have a fat fluffy male cat named Campy. Liliana chose that name. We don’t know why. She won’t tell us.

Christmas is near, we decorated, went shopping, and even got some matching pajamas and toys for our kid and cat.

One night, Liliana asked you “can I have a cookie?”, referencing to the gingerbread. You said no and she got upset, however went to bed anyway. She had a very vivid dream. She was a gingerbread man and was trying to hide from all the people in the shop buying the other ones, worst part is that well, she was the only one alive. The others were just food unlike her. As soon as she thought it was done, she got picked up by a worker…then woke up. It was because of campy’s meows. “oh, campy!” she squeals, hugging the fat cat and nuzzling her head into the kitty’s fluffy fur “thanks for saving me from that crazy dream.” she says, giving him a kiss on the head. Now ever since she had that dream, she felt like she “knows how they feel” and feels bad and decided to REFUSE to eat them now.

but the thing is, you made fresh ones just last night and put them in a display case in the house. As you iron the clothes from the laundry from last night, some movies play on the TV, and campy lays on the couch, I come downstairs. We have meal times and at the moment, it was snack time. I head downstairs as I softly sing a Christmas song to myself. I open the case of gingerbread cookies and eat the head, biting it off. After that, I close the case lazily and continue to lazily sing to myself. I turn around to see Liliana in her cute little Christmas nightgown, holding onto the antler of her new plush. She has wide eyes and an open mouth. Then.. “DADDY/MOMMY! HOW COULD YOU?!” she cries, dramatically dropping down on her knees as her cries and whines fill the room, looking at me like I’m crazy. “huh??” I say in confusion, my eyes wide. I’m so caught off guard that I just stare at her, and apparently, that made her mad. Because then she threw her toy at me with a loud grunt, crossing her arms while sitting on the ground still, wiping her tears.