Arc 8.32

Work, Cyrus, Study, Work, Cyrus, Study, Work, Cyrus, Study, Work, Cyrus, Study, Work, Cyrus, Study, Work, Cyrus, Study, WORK, CYRUS, STUDY!

For 3 years this is all my life had devolved into, except that the time I spent with Cyrus only grew as he got older, and being around him felt as if someone was choking me.

Staring out the window of the corridor, I see the kids my age playing outside, "How I wish I could join. When was the last time we even played outside."

Running up to me from down the corridor Cyrus hugs my leg and says, "Mo-o-o-other."

Picking him up, I say, "Cyrus don't you remember what I told you about calling me mother? Bad boy."

Freaking out in my arms Cyrus says, "S-S-S-Sorry," then starts to cry.

Panicked, I say, "Please don't cry Cyrus, I didn't mean anything bad by it."

"PARIBANOU!!!" I hear someone shout.

Turning around I look outside the window and see that the kids have been playing, and are shouting at me, "We haven't seen you in a couple of days."

"Come play wit
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