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I was your son Kaye!

I'm fairly new to this game and this is my first time actually posting anything on this forum at all. I've been feeling super nervous about posting for the first time, but seeing this post about a life I actually lived has given me the confidence to finally post and share one of my life stories.

With that, here is my side of this story.

I was born in the presence of my mother, Sandy, and her partner at the time, Kay. It was a pleasant first for me, being born to a happy couple that was even happier to have me. My mother named me after my father, Kay. My father was never really present throughout my childhood, but on the other hand, I spent a great amount of time with my mom.  After long conversations with my mother about her relationship with my father and how she just didn't feel happy anymore, I felt inspired to find my own relationship. I remember one of the first things I said to my mother was that I wanted a wife. She, being the supportive mother she was, encouraged me to go find one.

That is when I met Isla. She was another toddler in the berry farm where all the children were being raised at the time. I approached Isla and said, "Isl/You/Are/My/Wif." I was maybe three years old at the time. Surprisingly, Isla blushed and responded with a simple, "Ok." However, this interaction was interrupted by my mother saying something along the lines of, "That is not how you ask a lady to be your wife." Of course, I was embarrassed, my mother had shut me down and scooped me up while I was trying to get my first girlfriend. But Sandy was just being a good mother, it would have been wrong for her to let her son walk around acting like he owned all the women in the village. After this, my mother scooped me up and took me away until I was big enough to eat for myself.

Once I was able to take care of myself, my mother set me free into the world. My mind was still set on finding a wife. I wanted to be the happy couple I thought my parents were when I was first born. This is when I met Isabella. I approached her and greeted her politely, as my mother had taught me. I told her she was cute and asked politely if she would like to be my girlfriend. She agreed and we then exchanged the first, "ily bf" and "ily gf." It was a heartwarming experience for everyone that saw, except for Isla. Isla walked up right as we agreed to a relationship, made an angry face, and ran off. I felt bad that I didn't take Isla seriously, but Isabella had my heart.

After this, Isabella and I agreed to work together around the village. I had a hat and she didn't, so I told her we would make her some clothes. We both began to fill up clay bowls with berries and carrots to feed the sheep. I worked for the next couple of years on tending the sheep and collecting wool. My goal was to make a long white wedding dress for Isabella to wear so we could get married. I was still figuring out how to make clothes at this point because the new fancy clothes were still fairly new to me. I got about halfway through preparing the loom to make this dress for my future wife when I noticed I hadn't seen her around in quite some time. I was so focused on making her this dress that I lost track of my wife. This is where I made the mistake of leaving what I had worked on to go find my girlfriend.

I searched all over the village and there was no sign of my Isabella. I was looking through all the graves and bones laying around but I never actually found out what happened to Isabella. Eventually, I decided to give up looking for Isabella. However, I still wanted a wife! I had already worked so hard on making a wedding dress for my future wife. This is when I set out to look for Isla. I wanted to apologize to her for the way that I acted towards her when we were young. I wanted to make things right and possibly make her my wife.

While desperately searching for any sign of a potential wife, I came across a murder grave. It was my father! Kay! I ran to find my mother immediately only to find out that she was the one who killed him. I took a couple of minutes to catch up with my mother and learned that my father had actually killed my mother's new lover, Thor. It was nice to catch up with my mother and clear my mind. I was having so much trouble finding my future wife. Shortly after speaking with my mother, I found Isla's grave. This is when I decided to return to tending the sheep.

I continued to tend the sheep and gather more wool. I had already put one huge ball of yarn on the loom and right as I was about to finish my second ball, a young girl comes up with some yarn she must have found. She adds it to my big ball of yarn, makes her own huge ball, proceeds to put it on the loom, and make a cut cloth. I yelled and yelled at her to stop and give it back but she did not listen. I tried all I could to snatch the cloth I had worked my whole life for, but she was too quick. She eventually made that long white dress I had been working on for years. This wasn't just any wool, this was the yarn for the dress of my future wife. This wool meant something to me.

Feeling like I had nothing to live for, due to my lack of success in finding love, I set out to put an end to this young girl. The only thing that meant anything to me in this life was this dress I was supposed to make for Isabella. I remembered my mother had killed earlier in my life, so I went to look for her to ask for a knife. When I found my mother, I saw she had two knives. Perfect. (Or so I thought at the time) But she just happened to be getting married! I was happy to see my mother's dreams fulfilled. One of the first things she ever said to me was how she wanted to walk down the aisle with the long white dress she was wearing because it was her mother's wedding dress. I got to see my mother get married, and then politely asked her for the knife. My new step-dad told me not to slit anyone like he knew my intentions. Regardless, my trusting mother slipped me a knife and I set out to find this girl. I staked her out for a little bit and attempted to stab her in the sheep pen. She immediately knew my intentions and ran to the main area where everyone was. She must have thought I wouldn't kill her in front of everyone, but she was wrong. She stole the one thing that gave me any sense of accomplishment and I then felt as though I had nothing to live for. I then proceeded to stab the little girl in the main area in front of everyone. My mother and new step-dad were both mortified. My step-dad yelled that he told me not to stab anyone. I proceeded to try and explain myself but I knew that it wouldn't do any good. My mother then took the second knife she had and stabbed me.

I knew if I killed this girl, I would be killed after. I'm just thankful it was my wonderful mother that had the honors of putting an end to this depressing life.