Up in the branches of trees, the big tree house lived. It was planked with peachy wood. Inside was history all about the father and the mother. “Nic! Ruth! Remember our tree house? Our history is not gone!” Cried Caroline. The two boys dropped their things and began running towards the door. “Mum must be out for groceries! Come on!” Nic twisted the rusty knob and began climbing the rope ladder to the top.
“Mum?” Gasped Nic. Mother was rushing her work stealing all the memories. All of them. “NO! MUM!” Cried Nic with fear. “Why have you done this to us?!” Followed by Caroline and Ruth they also spotted mother carrying the heap of things. “Guess our thoughts completely empty!” Sighed Ruth. They sat on the planks for 3 hours. No one came to help them. NO ONE. Suddenly a man with combed shiny pure black hair came with a glitz jacket. Followed by, perhaps wife. A slim lady with pure black hair. “I.. Is that dad?” gasped Caroline. The boys didn’t know. They didn’t see their dad yet. Caroline ran to mum like lightning.
“MOM! Someone’s outside!” She cried. “Go on! Look! Peep! Greet!!!” The mother peered out the window. Her mouth wide open. “so?”
“C… Carle?” She shivered. Nic and Ruth came running down too. They looked at the man again. She Opened the door and saw the man on the mat smiling. “Are you Jane Brown?” He asked. “Mother to your 3 kids I s’ppose?” Nic looked at the man, then mother. “Mum??? Are you insane?” Nic blurted. The 3 ran upstairs and lay on their beds thoughtfully. “Could this be dad?” They all thought.
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