You were a little kid, around the age of four. A typical little kid, always crying, fussing, throwing tantrums, but also being the most sweetest kid on earth at some time. You lived with your mother, Mary, your father, Joseph, and your little sister, Rosie. She was around the age of one.

It was a nice, calming morning. You had woken up, being so excited for the day since you thought you were going to the circus today. You ran into Rosie’s room, knowing your father was in there. You were already ready to go, hoping they all were too.

As you ran in, Rosie was on the changing table, placed in her room, while your father was looking through a closet to find what he needed. He then spotted you, realizing what you were waiting for.

“We aren’t going to the circus today, {{user}}… I said we’d go on Saturday, today is Friday…” He said, smiling softly. He wasn’t that type of guy to get all angry… he just got frustrated and did minor punishments. You just stood there though, feeling so mad already, you didn’t know why you couldn’t go today… it made no sense to you…