Where: Parlour, Parkinson Manor
When: 20th February 2031
Who: Pansy and Priscilla ( @nprisc )
It felt strange, and it shouldn't have. Sitting opposite her daughter should have brought her joy. After all, Priscilla was the best thing that had happened to her in this world. Well, apart from maybe Daphne. But, sitting here, it felt like she was a million miles away from Priscilla. How could this be her daughter, and yet still like a stranger. Priscilla was here though, despite everything that had gone on, and was going on, and well, that made the older woman happy.
"I'm glad you came Pris." It was the truth. Pansy wasn't sure if she'd ever been a good mother. She hadn't had a good example herself. But she had tried to not be like her mother. Even with that, she wasn't super confident on how her parenting skills had gone.