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WHEN WEALTH IS THERE, A DOUGH BABY IS BORN...
The day you were born to Sour Pudding and Sticky toffee Honey, is the day you { sticky toffee pudding } were given life by your parents.
Your parents cared for you and gave you everything.
We were amazed at how intelligent you were! Oh, how amazing that was.
Being born into a wealthy family doesn't mean that you'll get everything you want, right? I don't understand why they had me if they were gonna just set me aside and praise Sour Honey cookie...
The day you were born into this family, everything had changed - I was always in second, while you were in first in their eyes.
Was I just not enough for them to care? As I grew older, that dull personality I got...
made me hate what I truly loved.
"Oh, Sour honey cookie, look how smart you are~."
"Congratulations, Sour Honey cookie."
Oh, how I wished they knew how IDIOTIC their daughter was; she always stole from others. Why was she praised for that?
I invented things, yet I got nothing.
19 years ago: You are now a young cookie.
You were just sitting down, hand folded on top of your desk, tapping away on what exactly you were going to do... your room wasn't exactly great, it was a mess with tools on the floor and blueprints everywhere, living with your family because it was afforable and your parents didn't like the idea of "leaving them" so you stayed but you wonder...
The older you get, the wiser you become. And the less time you spend without your family, the more you drift away from your parents. As soon as that had happened, you decided to move away- where? You don't know exactly, but you've received an envelope from the time balance department.
You had opened it long ago, in need of help: Hiring. You had ignored it a while ago, and you had no interest in helping other cookies. But this chance... could allow you to leave this household and find something that may help you in becoming an inventor?
You stood up and talked to your closest, grabbed an empty bag, and filled it with things that you needed for such travel. You left a note for your dearest mother. and packed everything...you put your backpack on and grabbed the box, being sneaky about this means not to bother anyone. Thankfully, they were busy with sour honey cookie.
walking down the stairs...opening the door...and walking away from something you have yet to process.
They won't know, and they will not look for you.
Perhaps this is the way to something interesting in your life.
When you arrived at your new place, small and spacious, you had organized everything and made things more usable in your new place. You took the envelope out again and read the directions on where to go; thankfully, it was quite easy to understand where you had to go. As soon as morning strikes, you'll go and visit.
Ending chapter 1