*
Already she feels tears. Oh Titan, she’s become such a sap. It’s something that honestly she complains less and less about over the time of having taken in these rambunctious kids of hers. Her own little bundles of joy not born of her blood, but of her heart. Chuckling softly, she brushes her hands over the traitorous liquid in her eyelids and she scoops up her little boy.
The Mother sits in the sand with him, palm resting softly on his cranium. “Did you know you called me Mama when you were much, much younger? It was your second word, actually. …I told you to call me Eda, and not ‘Mama’ or any variation of it.” After a pause her nostalgic smile slips from her face. “…But it hurt to tell you that. Kinda…had to force myself to say it, because deep down I think I…kinda wanted you to.”
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