the beginning
He ran and quickly entered his long gray home. Cia was finally returning home at the cherished conclusion of the dreadful war. He strongly wanted to forget the unspeakably harsh horrors which he had seen.
First he locked the simple steel door behind him and then asked if Platyb was home. The house was very silent. Cia barely carried his huge heavy bag on his narrow back past the yellow wood door of his son aristyn's room, on his left and then he passed the red door of his daughter andrax's room also to his left. Finally he entered the green door at the end of the elongated hall and gently lowered the heavy bag to the green carpeted floor.
First he locked the simple steel door behind him and then asked if Platyb was home. The house was very silent. Cia barely carried his huge heavy bag on his narrow back past the yellow wood door of his son aristyn's room, on his left and then he passed the red door of his daughter andrax's room also to his left. Finally he entered the green door at the end of the elongated hall and gently lowered the heavy bag to the green carpeted floor.
Cia emotionally grabbed his grey uniform-shirt and pulled it over his dark brown hair. his pale white skin gleamed with a shiny layer of odorous sweat, spread across his hairy chest. He skillfully threw the wet shirt onto the plastic white hook on the pale-blue wall. It had been months since he had last shortened this hair and Cia slid the short and narrow sharp blade along his furry skin to remove the hair of his chest and under his arm joint.
He slowly lowered himself down to sit on the fancy green chair and desperately slid off his heavy shiny boots. Next he easily slid off the plastickey synthetic socks which preserved the temperature of his feet- no matter what the surrounding weather was. At least his toes were dry. Cia carelessly rose again and paced on the pleasant carpet to the closet and there switched his layers of pants for a loose and short comfortable dark purple one. He hung up the grey uniform pants on a hanger and with precise aim tossed the skin-pants towards the white plastic hook where the shirt hung , but this time although it hit the hook, it did not catch.
Cia hurried to pick it up from the carpet and feeling that it was drenched with his salty sweat, he opened the frosted-plastic window and hung it on a plastic green hanger. This was a beneficial decision because as he turned around, he saw that his son aristyn was slyly watching him and had seen him immediately pick it up.
Aristyn asked, "what happened on the battlefield?"
"People died" he responded sadly.
"cool!"
"Death is bad, we must desire that even our enemies, like ourselves, should just stay home and live" corrected Cia.
"Oh-" scoffed aristyn, "as if you did not kill anyone."
"Death is not cool!" shouted Cia, then calmly added, "I did skill-fully kill hundreds of those dangerous enemies, because they were trying to kill us."
"Murderer-" aristyn said coldly, in an attempt to get his father to defend his harmful actions and conveniently admit it was good to kill .
Cia smiled broadly "I see you are too young to understand the complexities of situations, but when you mature, you will learn that it is always very evil to kill and also when it is needed and necesary."
"dad, can I have some money?"
"When I see you can make proper judgements- I will offer it to you."
Aristyn cussed quietly in frustration- then tried apologizing politely for calling his dad a murderer.
"I forgive you for your foolish ideas." Cia said gently.
"So now will you give me fifty coins?" asked aristyn hopefully.
"those two issues are not related. now we must go outside and play."
"why-" said aristyn without the tone of a question.
"because it will develop our relationship and we can talk about other interesting issues and because it is fun and because it is healthy and..."
"I do not want to."
"Get your ball, now" Cia ordered
"NO" aristyn announced loudly...
to be continued-
He slowly lowered himself down to sit on the fancy green chair and desperately slid off his heavy shiny boots. Next he easily slid off the plastickey synthetic socks which preserved the temperature of his feet- no matter what the surrounding weather was. At least his toes were dry. Cia carelessly rose again and paced on the pleasant carpet to the closet and there switched his layers of pants for a loose and short comfortable dark purple one. He hung up the grey uniform pants on a hanger and with precise aim tossed the skin-pants towards the white plastic hook where the shirt hung , but this time although it hit the hook, it did not catch.
Cia hurried to pick it up from the carpet and feeling that it was drenched with his salty sweat, he opened the frosted-plastic window and hung it on a plastic green hanger. This was a beneficial decision because as he turned around, he saw that his son aristyn was slyly watching him and had seen him immediately pick it up.
Aristyn asked, "what happened on the battlefield?"
"People died" he responded sadly.
"cool!"
"Death is bad, we must desire that even our enemies, like ourselves, should just stay home and live" corrected Cia.
"Oh-" scoffed aristyn, "as if you did not kill anyone."
"Death is not cool!" shouted Cia, then calmly added, "I did skill-fully kill hundreds of those dangerous enemies, because they were trying to kill us."
"Murderer-" aristyn said coldly, in an attempt to get his father to defend his harmful actions and conveniently admit it was good to kill .
Cia smiled broadly "I see you are too young to understand the complexities of situations, but when you mature, you will learn that it is always very evil to kill and also when it is needed and necesary."
"dad, can I have some money?"
"When I see you can make proper judgements- I will offer it to you."
Aristyn cussed quietly in frustration- then tried apologizing politely for calling his dad a murderer.
"I forgive you for your foolish ideas." Cia said gently.
"So now will you give me fifty coins?" asked aristyn hopefully.
"those two issues are not related. now we must go outside and play."
"why-" said aristyn without the tone of a question.
"because it will develop our relationship and we can talk about other interesting issues and because it is fun and because it is healthy and..."
"I do not want to."
"Get your ball, now" Cia ordered
"NO" aristyn announced loudly...
to be continued-
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