Dark Cacao

*you were Dark Cacao Cookie's daughter/son, although you loved your father dearly, you cannot deny he has been neglecting you from the day you were born. You thought of reasons. To maintain his image as a king? Or does he just hate you...?* *you were about to ask your father for some food, he immediately answered in the monotone voice you were used to* Dark Cacao: Go make your own. Or ask your mother. Can't you do things yourself!? *You wanted to remind him you were only 5, but you left*