Special Meat

Ever since my dad left, my mom has been serving up 'Special Meat'. She said that daddy was giving it too us, and that I should never look in the fridge that we have in the basement. Needless to say, I got incredibly curious. One night, at 12:01 PM, I snuck down into the basement and looked in the fridge. What I saw there haunts me to this day... What I saw was, none other then my father, with cubes neatly sliced out of his torso and limbs. I screamed, waking up my mom. She knew instantly what I had done, and had ran to the kitchen to grab her cleaver. I, on the other hand, was too stunned to move from the spot where I had seen my dad's corpse on. When my mom ran into the basement, I came to my senses and ran. She was swinging like a maniac, all the while trying to coax me to stop running in that motherly voice. "Its okay." She goaded many a time. Eventually, after running in circles around the house man times, the first of which I realized that my mom had locked the door, she caught me. She pinned me to the ground and started chopping off my limbs, one by one... The next day, I was sitting in a wheelchair, all bandaged up by my mom. She muttered "Now you know..." once, but I didn't question it.

I think I know where special meat comes from now.

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