Her name is Martha Davis, and she was born in an ordinary family. Her father was a carpenter and her mother was a textile worker.
Except for her more conspicuous appearance and smarter head, everything seems to be no different from other rural girls.
Since my father was a non-believer, when his peers in the town began to study in various academies set up by the Holy See, six-year-old Martha also had a lot of boring time every day in addition to doing housework and observing her father's wood carvings.
After she yawned for the thirteenth time, her father Abel Davis stopped the work and tentatively suggested: Martha, maybe... you can try to make friends. Aren't there many children in our village who are about the same age as you?
Martha looked at her father's expectant eyes and tilted her head: OK.
Abel breathed a sigh of relief.
Martha has been very indifferent to other children since she was a child and has no desire to communicate at all. He can't help but worry about her condition. This will be a kind of improvement.
Martha is out.
Because she had a cute face, she didn't need to say anything. As long as she traveled around the village for half a circle, a child would come up with a blushing face and ask to play with her.
Abel, who was secretly following her, was in a complicated mood, but overall, he was very relieved that Martha finally had friends.
But his gratitude did not last long. After only two days, he received multiple complaints from other parents of children.
After saying that his child was invited to her house by Martha, he ran home crying and shouting, as if he had suffered some great abuse.
Abel held the door of the workshop and looked at his daughter who was obediently sitting in a stilt chair and flipping through books. He wanted to speak but stopped: Martha...
Dad, are you back?Martha shook her legs and turned her head to show a big smile at him.
oh!How could such a cute little angel make other children cry? Is there any misunderstanding?
Abel, who had a three-meter-thick filter in his daughter, thought so.
He slowly sat next to his daughter and touched her head: Didn’t Martha make a lot of friends recently? Why didn’t she go out to play with them?
They don't want me to be friends anymore.Martha said with her cheeks held her mouth flat.
Why?
I don't know.Martha looked innocent: I just wanted to carve some words on them, and they were scared away.
...Translation?
Yes.Martha picked up a carving knife on the table and gestured to him: Use this to carve ‘Martha’s friend’ on them.
Abel looked at the knife and couldn't control his facial muscles: Why...?
Because they are my friend Ah.
Martha nodded for granted: Since she is my friend, of course she has to write my name and tell others, so that no one will take my things away without authorization.
Of course, in exchange, I will also carve it.
But they didn't seem to accept it.
Thinking that every new friend said that she wanted to be her best friend the second ago, but after she took out the knife, she was so scared that she cried loudly and said she would never play with her again, Martha sighed: As expected, she still can't be friends.
Abel could not speak at all.
Only then did he realize that Martha's thinking was different from what is generally recognized in this world.
Looking at the worry on his father's face, Martha knelt on the chair and tried to lean over and touch his head: Dad, I know it.
A monster lives in my head.
From the moment she had her own thoughts, the voice tricked her into getting someone, and then turned him into his own forbidden body.
Although Martha was taught that this was wrong, she felt excited and expectant whenever she thought that someone would engrave her mark and become a private treasure that belonged only to her.
Maybe it wasn't that the monster was living in her head, she was that monster.
Martha smiled: But don't worry, Dad, I will lock it up.
Abel looked at the smile of her daughter and comforted her daughter, and his heart gradually became firm: It's no big deal.
Yes, it's no big deal.He repeated it.
There will always be someone who is willing to accept you like this, Martha, Dad is one of them.
Abel pondered every word and tried his best to make her understand: But there are so many people in the world, such as the children in the village. You can't just ask them one by one with a knife or not, right?
Martha nodded obediently.
He exhaled: So I hope before you choose someone, think about whether he is so good that you can engrave your name on him.
After all, our little Martha’s friendship is very precious, right?
Martha frowned and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly realized: You are right, I won’t be sad because they are not worthy of being friends with me.
Abel:...No, he doesn't mean that!
Except for her more conspicuous appearance and smarter head, everything seems to be no different from other rural girls.
Since my father was a non-believer, when his peers in the town began to study in various academies set up by the Holy See, six-year-old Martha also had a lot of boring time every day in addition to doing housework and observing her father's wood carvings.
After she yawned for the thirteenth time, her father Abel Davis stopped the work and tentatively suggested: Martha, maybe... you can try to make friends. Aren't there many children in our village who are about the same age as you?
Martha looked at her father's expectant eyes and tilted her head: OK.
Abel breathed a sigh of relief.
Martha has been very indifferent to other children since she was a child and has no desire to communicate at all. He can't help but worry about her condition. This will be a kind of improvement.
Martha is out.
Because she had a cute face, she didn't need to say anything. As long as she traveled around the village for half a circle, a child would come up with a blushing face and ask to play with her.
Abel, who was secretly following her, was in a complicated mood, but overall, he was very relieved that Martha finally had friends.
But his gratitude did not last long. After only two days, he received multiple complaints from other parents of children.
After saying that his child was invited to her house by Martha, he ran home crying and shouting, as if he had suffered some great abuse.
Abel held the door of the workshop and looked at his daughter who was obediently sitting in a stilt chair and flipping through books. He wanted to speak but stopped: Martha...
Dad, are you back?Martha shook her legs and turned her head to show a big smile at him.
oh!How could such a cute little angel make other children cry? Is there any misunderstanding?
Abel, who had a three-meter-thick filter in his daughter, thought so.
He slowly sat next to his daughter and touched her head: Didn’t Martha make a lot of friends recently? Why didn’t she go out to play with them?
They don't want me to be friends anymore.Martha said with her cheeks held her mouth flat.
Why?
I don't know.Martha looked innocent: I just wanted to carve some words on them, and they were scared away.
...Translation?
Yes.Martha picked up a carving knife on the table and gestured to him: Use this to carve ‘Martha’s friend’ on them.
Abel looked at the knife and couldn't control his facial muscles: Why...?
Because they are my friend Ah.
Martha nodded for granted: Since she is my friend, of course she has to write my name and tell others, so that no one will take my things away without authorization.
Of course, in exchange, I will also carve it.
But they didn't seem to accept it.
Thinking that every new friend said that she wanted to be her best friend the second ago, but after she took out the knife, she was so scared that she cried loudly and said she would never play with her again, Martha sighed: As expected, she still can't be friends.
Abel could not speak at all.
Only then did he realize that Martha's thinking was different from what is generally recognized in this world.
Looking at the worry on his father's face, Martha knelt on the chair and tried to lean over and touch his head: Dad, I know it.
A monster lives in my head.
From the moment she had her own thoughts, the voice tricked her into getting someone, and then turned him into his own forbidden body.
Although Martha was taught that this was wrong, she felt excited and expectant whenever she thought that someone would engrave her mark and become a private treasure that belonged only to her.
Maybe it wasn't that the monster was living in her head, she was that monster.
Martha smiled: But don't worry, Dad, I will lock it up.
Abel looked at the smile of her daughter and comforted her daughter, and his heart gradually became firm: It's no big deal.
Yes, it's no big deal.He repeated it.
There will always be someone who is willing to accept you like this, Martha, Dad is one of them.
Abel pondered every word and tried his best to make her understand: But there are so many people in the world, such as the children in the village. You can't just ask them one by one with a knife or not, right?
Martha nodded obediently.
He exhaled: So I hope before you choose someone, think about whether he is so good that you can engrave your name on him.
After all, our little Martha’s friendship is very precious, right?
Martha frowned and thought for a few seconds, then suddenly realized: You are right, I won’t be sad because they are not worthy of being friends with me.
Abel:...No, he doesn't mean that!
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