Short Horror Story of Mine As I comb my daughter's honey-foam hair, her gaze turns to my wrists. +Mom, what are those ugly marks? -Those are battle scars of mine, baby girl. +So who was your enemy, mother? … (I…devamıShort Horror Story of Mine
As I comb my daughter's honey-foam hair, her gaze turns to my wrists.
+Mom, what are those ugly marks?
-Those are battle scars of mine, baby girl.
+So who was your enemy, mother?
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(I was)
+ Will I have to fight with some creatures too?
-I'll do my best not to let the monsters get to you.
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21 years later
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+Mom, monsters caught me too and it’s ‘because of you.’
