A Peculiar very Peculiar (Miss Peregrine's home for peculiar children)

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After picking up that stuffed animal and seeing the state it was in, I sighed.

"If they had really died from that bomb... this would have been the saddest thing I have seen in my two lives" – I said while leaving the stuffed animal in its box.

Despite looking like a haunted mansion, the truth is that what we should feel when we see this is sadness. If I didn't know first-hand that all the children are alive, this would be extremely painful to see. From what I remember, the reason why it is in this state is because a missile belonging to a plane of the German troops led by the unmentionable at that time fell on it.

If I didn't know that all this was just some kind of stage, a hoax to keep ordinary people from coming close, I might have cried when I saw all this.

In my previous life I was many things and I also did many things, some of them more questionable than another, but taking a person's life was never one of them. For me that's a crime against nature, unless it is in self-defense and it is you or the other person, in that case it is justifiable. But normally, committing murder is something that should be punishable by life sentence, at least that's my opinion.

The image that this mansion gave, the burn marks, their neglect, all the destruction caused by that missile, all of this is sad, so sad that it even made me want to cry, but as I said, I know that they are alive and it does not hurt so much. Slthough I must admit that for a moment I thought that they really died, that some poor orphaned children were bombed to death by a German plane under the troops of that son of a bitch, that the poor children did not even know that they had died, that they did not even have time to react. For a moment, that thought crossed my mind and a feeling of pain assaulted my heart, but I soon recovered and went on my way.

The rest of the rooms on the ground floor were practically inaccessible because part of the roof had collapsed making it impossible to pass. But in the ones I could enter I could only observe the same thing, destruction, wherever I went there was nothing more than that, destruction.

I knew they were alive, that they lived in another time although I didn't know how to get there, but I don't understand how the people who live here haven't even stopped to think about all the innocent lives that have been lost here. I don't understand why they don't pay tribute to them from time to time and then I understood. They don't feel anything because they didn't care, because they probably thought they were weird children and they probably didn't care much that they died in that terrible explosion. Although at that time it was hard to care about anyone other than yourself because you knew that at any moment, a bomb could fall from the sky and kill you without you noticing. But even so it was cruel that they did not even remember.

"Anyway, it's a bit late. I should leave for today, the peculiars have not appeared today and that is a pity, but... tomorrow I will come again. I will not give up until I find them" – I said to myself.

If I had kept my memories I wouldn't need to do all this, I could just go directly to the place where they came from and introduce myself there. I'm sure I would be well received thanks to my grandfather. The truth is that I look quite similar to him when he was young (or so I saw in a photo that my father showed me a while ago). But I'm much more handsome than him, that's a fact.

Disappointed that I couldn't find what I was looking for, I left that place and headed back to the village. I calculated the time it would take to get there thanks to my phone and saw that I would arrive more or less at dinner time, so my father couldn't reproach me for anything.

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In the "hotel"

Before saying anything, I must mention a shameful fact, apparently I was wrong, the name of this place was not "Pig's Hole", but "Priest's Hole". It was a rather silly confusion. Although according to the image of this site inside... I wouldn't be surprised at all to find a pig living here.

The place was downright dirty and smelled a little. Seriously, why don't you clean up? It's probably because the same customers always come and they're already used to the smell and dirt, but it's still gross.

When I arrived my father had already sat at the only table available or rather, at the only one there was and he had already ordered my dinner and his and since he already knows my tastes, I did not complain and simply sat down.

"By the way, how was your adventure in that orphanage?" – my father asked while tasting a mouth of his lamb steak.

"It's in ruins, completely destroyed and I didn't find anything at all" – I replied.

"It's a shame, but maybe you can still find someone who survived the explosion" – my father suggested.

"Do you know what happened?" – I asked raising an eyebrow.

I thought he didn't mind about that place, mainly because he didn't show any interest in going to see the place where his father grew up.

"Well, I asked Kev before you arrived. You know, to talk about something and he told me that the reason why it's like this is because a bomb fell on it. At that time Germany attacked the island and one of the planes dropped a bomb that hit directly into the orphanage..." – my father explained.

"Killing everyone who was there" – I finished.

"Yes... But maybe you can still find some survivors. Maybe one of the children wasn't there at the time and survived the explosion" – my father said.

"Maybe, but that will have to wait until tomorrow, now I'm interested in knowing something... How was your day?" – I said.

"Oh, not bad, I've observed a couple of pretty interesting birds, the truth is that although I don't like this place too much... its native birds are spectacular" – my father said.

Then, he began to tell me the kind of birds he had seen, where they came from, their physiology, in short, data that did not matter to me in the least. But there was something that I was interested in knowing.

"Answer me something, Dad" – I said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" - my father asked curiously.

"I've been thinking and... why didn't you come with me to visit where Grandpa grew up?" – I asked curiously.

Actually, I'm glad he didn't come, but I would like to know why he didn't even want to know the place where his father spent part of his life, was he such a bad father that he didn't even consider the possibility of visiting the place where he lived for a few years? A home that filled him with affection, where they provided him with help, food, a place to sleep in, etc. I was interested to know his lack of interest in knowing the past of his late father.

"I imagined that sooner or later you would ask me that question, Jacob" – my father said taking a sip of his beer.

As I could tell from the dim light, my father had a bit of a red face, which meant that he had already drunk more than one beer.

"Then answer me, tell me the truth" – I said.

It was more like a demand, it's just outrageous, no matter what happened between them, he was his father and at least he deserves a minimum of respect!

"You see, Jacob, it may not seem that way to you because you both had a special connection, something that cannot be explained by words. But when you were not here, when your aunt and I were children... he was a horrible father" – my father said.

"I don't understand, Grandpa was always good to me. I can't conceive of the idea that he was mean to Aunt Susie and to you" – I said.

Perhaps, I would have understood his point of view if I had my memories, but unfortunately I do not and I do not remember why my father seemed to hate his own father so much.

"Jacob, not that he was horrible, but... let's just say he wasn't even a father with us" – my father said.

"What do you mean?" – I asked curiously.

"You see, as I told you before, your grandfather traveled a lot, so much so that he practically never came to our house. The only one who acted as a truly father for me and your aunt, was my mother, your grandmother, she had to raise us practically alone because my father, your grandfather, was practically never at home because of his travels" – my father explained.

I was silent because I wanted to hear his story.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, my father went on.

"I remember once... it was Halloween and days before he had promised me to go with me to ask for sweets from the neighbors' houses. I was extremely excited because he even bought me a costume. I didn't know which one, but the mere fact that my father who was never with me made me such a promise and even bought me a costume, made me happy" – he explained.

"And what happened?" – I asked.

"He didn't show up, that same day he went on one of his trips and left me stranded and on top of that the costume he bought me wasn't even for boys... I don't like to go into details, but the thing is that he left me alone. I remember that day I cried, I cried and a lot. I was so excited and he just left leaving me alone and he didn't even give us an explanation, he just left and when he came back and I asked him for explanations... do you know what he answered?" – he said.

"No" - I denied.

"He told me that it was none of my business, that i couldn't know and not to continue asking, he didn't even apologize for having left me alone, crying while i saw how the other children asked for sweets with their parents and it was not only that time, there were more throughout my childhood and I was not the only one who suffered, your aunt Susie also suffered a lot. I know that you and your grandfather had a special connection and that he was always there with you, he never disappointed you and I understand your pain knowing that he is already dead, but you can't ask me to feel pain for a man who never ever acted like a father, who made my mother suffer and even made her cry. I can't call a person like that a father, Jacob" - my father explained.

Listening to him, I reflected on what he had said and the rest of the dinner passed in complete silence.