Pan·do·ra's box

panˌdôrəz ˈbäks/

noun

a process that generates many complicated problems as the result of unwise interference in something.

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"Come on Pandora, let's leave," said Pandoras father.

Pandora was a young girl with light blonde hair and a contagious smile, although it wasn't seen often. 

Pandora's father pulled her arm, and dragged her away from the store window.

Pandora frowned and looked longingly at the toy boat in the window. 

Even though Pandora was only 5, she had already learned not to beg for anything. There was no chance she would get anything she begged for.

Her dad turned back to look at Pandora, whose eyes were shiny and pure.

He frowned and continued pulling her along.

Pandora wasn't having it that day and stomped her foot on the cold, hard pavement. 

She stared up at her father and said: "Mom would've let me get that." 

Her father turned back and looked at her.

"What?" he said quietly.

Pandora continued; "I said, Mom would've let me get that." 

Her father glared, and grabbed her arm again, and pulled her along.

FLASHBACK

"I'm leaving," said Pandoras mother. "I just can't handle you and our daughter."

"Jenny, hold on, what do you mean you're leaving?" cried her father.

"I mean, I'm leaving. And never coming back. Both of you are too much to handle, and I didn't want a daughter this early. Especially not a daughter like her." 

He father hit the table in front of them. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN! Pandora is only 6 months old. How could you already feel like that around her?!" he said distraught.

Her mother sighed at placed her hand on her forehead.

"I just don't feel like I'll be a good mother figure okay!" she said angrily.

"YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE YOUR FAMILY!" her father screamed.

"REALLY, WATCH ME!" her mother yelled and grabbed her suitcase. 

"TELL PANDORA I SAID GOODBYE" was the last thing they ever heard from Jenny Greene.

END OF FLASHBACK