Wooohooo Dorohedoro gets a season two by April1st. Please don't let this season be screwed up.
A shy student makes a gun for tears turning the bullets icy.
For some reason this morning, I thought about how all parents love to do, is take credit for their children's achievements. In my case, no matter what my mother felt, as soon as I tried to get something good for myself, she'd do a sudden smile and motherly tone.
"You come from greatness."
She'd refer to herself. Yet the moment anything bad would happen, I'd be abandoned and left to dry to her scorn. she'd always reject the things she'd do to me.
"I don't remember."
Only her memories mattered. Children have no say. Always the thing and not the person. Was I a trophy? Probably. After all she'd show me off to neighbors along with my rewards, never her real actions...her work. The mess I still have to clean. Under her opportunistic eyes, she was the winner.
Funny how that works.
If parents are truly responsible for molding a child yet completely deny the existence of their consequences then by that rule she was never my parent. A real parent doesn't mold only portions of a child. And even when I did do something for myself, she wasn't there. So in truth. I never came from greatness, it was always within myself.
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