Prompt: Avery Imagines His Parents

My parents…

Mum was not very tall, even to the small toddler I was. But her hair was long, I remember being able to reach it from the floor without standing. It was…honey colored. Golden. Her face was round… a small nose… Her voice was beautiful, like music, but quiet.

Papa was very tall. He had gray hair that still had traces of black in it. He never touched me, for any reason at all. He was loud, and his voice was raspy from smoking. Everything about him was thin; his body, his arms, his legs, his face. He was…very dark skinned. He worked outside, I think, in the sun. 

I am quite sure my parents were wonderful people. But they were not fit to take care of a child.  Unless I made it very clear that something was wrong, and what specifically was wrong, they forgot I existed. I went days in the same clothes, without eating. I was about 5 years old when I left the house, and they never came looking for me. I am unsure if they even realized I had gone.