MUM.
“Using your own words – he’s such a coward. Having a family was challenging for him, and with my inability to have children of my own tended to hinder our relationship over the years. Some men are odd about it – they want an heir from blood.” Pansy rubbed her shoulder gingerly, leaning over to kiss Olivia’s head comfortingly. “But family is not defined by blood, and I want you to always remember that. Love makes family, love is what your father lacked. In time maybe I’ll find a man who can be the father you deserve.”
olivia nodded slowly, leaning into her mother’s comforting arms. blood was something that she felt somewhat uncomfortable with. she’d always be a parkinson -- and she knew that. “i know... i don’t need a FATHER, mum. a mother that loves me is better than a man that won’t. besides, who needs ‘em?”
















