Everyone glared at the bundle of joy. "What a cute little baby you have there, Mrs.. Mrs.." Come to think of it do not remember your name." "Susie Ann" the woman quickly replied with a weak voice. The baby was fingering the cloth his mother laid on. It wasn't of any fine material, but there was something warm about it. Something familiar. "That baby certainly likes that pillow case." The woman giggled lightly. Suddenly, the baby had his eyes on his mother. He grabbed her finger and jammed it in his mouth. "That baby really likes your fingers, oh and Ma'm what have you decided to name the child?" The woman looked at the infant, deep in thought, and finally said, "Abraham, Abraham ------" The woman then died with her sons name lingering on her lips.
"WAKE UP YOU FUCKEN IDIOT!" screamed the Beater. Abraham moaned and he slowly rose from the cold floor. "NOW!" The Beater was having one of her days, Abraham thought. Then he whispered, "Come to think of it everyday is a bad for her." He chuckled to himself, and then walked downstairs. "Make me breakfast, and if you dare burn it, well that won't be the only thing burnt. Abraham started to prepare her breakfast, and thought to himself, here we go another day of hell.
-Eric
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