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His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 11 and a half

Journal, I don’t like Doctor Davies’s son. He said that I shouldn’t call Daddy Daddy because that’s what little kids do. He said that if I don’t call Daddy Father, he’s going to tell everyone I’m a little baby.

And Daddy was there, but he just talked to Doctor Davies and didn’t even do anything.

I don’t like Doctor Davies’s son. He’s a jerk, but what if he’s right?

I don’t want everyone to think I’m a little baby.

I guess I’ll have to try to call Daddy Father now.

Does this mean I also have to call Mommy Mother?

But Mommy’s always been Mommy.

I hate Doctor Davies’s son.

And I don’t like Doctor Davies either. He kept looking at me like I was going to hit his stupid son.

But ~~Daddy~~ Father already gave me a telling off for hitting Mr. Edwards and I don’t want him to get mad at me again.

He’s mad all the time now. He’s always yelling at ~~Mommy~~ Mother. ~~Mommy~~ Mother says it’s because of the farmers and the other people who are mad because they don’t trust the money anymore and can’t buy anything.

I still haven’t asked Grandpa about this, but Grandpa’s been busy a lot too. ~~Momm~~ Mother says that Grandpa’s been having problems with the people in his state, too, and that the only states that are healthy right now are the ones where the plantations are.

Mother never looks happy when he says this, though. I don’t think he likes the plantations very much.

Mother also says that a lot of people are sick, and that’s why Doctor Davies is talking to Father so much.

It must be very hard to be king.

I asked Mother why Father doesn’t just make someone else King?

Mother says that it’s a job that can easily hurt a lot people and that Father doesn’t trust anyone else except Grandpa. But Grandpa’s too old, and he has his own thing to run.

Mother says that a king has a lot of power and makes a lot of decisions for the ordinary people, and that the ordinary people can get hurt if the king is bad.

But if one bad person can hurt the ordinary people, then shouldn’t the ordinary people just make their own decisions? They wouldn’t hurt themselves, right?

Mother looked very happy that I said that, but he told me never to tell Father this. He said that Father wouldn’t understand, and he doesn’t want me to get hurt.

...Father wouldn’t hurt me, though, right? Father loves me.

But, but Father hurt Mother. I still remember that. And Father loves Mother.

No! That was an accident. Father apologized and everything.

He didn’t mean it.

Mother knows best, though, so I won’t tell Father.

But maybe I can tell my baby brother or sister!

Journal, you won’t believe it! ~~Mommy~~ Mother’s gonna have a baby!

It’s still little right now, and Mother says the baby won’t be born for a very long time, but I can’t wait!

If it’s a baby brother, I’ll teach him how to hunt and climb trees and play with Mommy and the dogs and Yusuf, and he’ll come with me when we visit Uncle!

A baby sister is okay...Miss Deborah is weird, but really amazing too. A baby sister like her would be amazing!

Father doesn’t know yet, though. Mother said that he’ll tell him later, but that Father is too stressed right now.

I can’t wait.

I can’t wait for my little brother or little sister.

Mommy, hurry and give birth soon!

I did wonder why Haytham was still referring to his parents as mommy and daddy but it makes sense if he's been sheltered his whole life. Doesn't look like he's played with other children, not even the ones at Connor's village if he's hanging out with his Uncle.

Out of curiosity, is James his tutor? Or is it Connor since he is a stay at home mom... also, I know Charles is supper possessive and protective of his family, does he even allow Connor to go out into the city with at least an escort?

Little Haytham was kept mostly isolated from a lot of other people, particular people his own age. Charles is, as you said, super possessive of his family (and nope, there's no way he's letting Connor go pretty much anywhere on his own...he's still not 100% convinced Connor won't run off). Both Haytham and Connor are still caged.

Haytham doesn't know it yet. Connor knows it but he's been slowly working at the lock for years now, and it's a lot better (but still could be, y'know...not a cage).

James teaches Haytham some things (mostly language and other things he's good at). But it's not really that formal. Connor handles most of it, but he's in that awkward position where he'd like to teach so-and-so, but he's pretty certain Charles would absolutely not like it, and he doesn't want to jeopardize his son's safety.

Charles is that kind of man who means well enough, but his temper tends to get the best of him. So Connor treads carefully, especially given that Haytham loves his father at the moment.

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12

I have a confession to make. I’m very, very mad at Father. And Mother, too.

I shouldn’t be. I know.

But...

I thought things would get better. They used to be.

Father used to spend time with us, and he and Mother weren’t always happy, but there was no yelling.

But ever since Father hit Mother that time, he’s been angrier and angrier.

He got better at first, but then he just went back. He didn’t hit Mother again, but he’s not the Father I remember.

It’s not his fault, I know. Grandfather explained the difficulties at court. He said that it took too long to get something called standardized money. All the different states had their own money, but some states didn’t make things that anyone wanted and some states made things that everyone wanted. So everyone was getting confused when they wanted to buy things because there was too many different kinds of money around and no one knew how much it was all worth.

I’m not really sure I understand it, but Mother said he’d help me understand more later. Grandfather said that Mother really understands economics, whatever that is, so I guess I’ll have to wait for Mother to explain.

Grandfather said that because everyone was confused, a lot of people had to do bad things to live. He said that there were rebellions and uprisings because people were afraid. He said that those people didn’t really understand what was going on, but that some people who did had lied to them and took advantage of their confusion.

I asked why Father didn’t just make a single type of money, and Grandfather said it was because the country was still young and new, and that they didn’t have the power to force the states to do it yet, but that all the senators would vote on it.

I wonder how Grandfather will vote.

He also said there were other problems. A lot of the rich people at court wanted Father to send troops to protect their lands. The poor people were sneaking onto their land and using it to grow food for themselves or make stuff that they could sell later for food. The rich people didn’t like that their land was being stolen and made not pretty anymore, so they want Father to do something about the poor people.

Father had tried that, but the poor kept sneaking back on, and it was hard to keep them off. Grandfather said that it was because people weren’t always good and didn’t always obey order.

I’m not sure what I think about that.

But it’s enough to give me a headache, and I don’t even deal with it. If Father’s worrying about all of this, it’s no wonder that he’s mad all the time.

I really shouldn’t be mad at him. I really, really shouldn’t.

But I am.

It’s other people making him mad. Why is he coming home and yelling at Mother?

And Mother.

I just don’t understand him. Father’s always yelling at him, and he never seems to care!

I wanted to yell back at Father, but Mother wouldn’t let me.

He told me to go to my room.

I’m mad at Mother, too.

I really, really shouldn’t be, but...

At least the twins will be born soon. Doctor White said that there were only around 3 or 4 months left, and soon, I’ll have a baby brother or sister.

Father didn’t use to be this way. He always spent time with me before. He used to smile and laugh. He didn’t yell at Mother so much. Things will be better once the baby is born. Then things can go back to the way they were.

//Bites Nails//

Everything is going to hell, and Charles might be an asshole right now but I kind of pity the position he's in. Being King and having control isn't what it's cracked up to be. Wonder why he's yelling at Connor all the time. Maybe Connor refuses to bed with him being pregnant and all, or maybe he sees Connor is planning on leaving the moment he cracks from the pressure.

Simpler reason actually. Charles is under a lot of stress, and it's bringing all his insecurities to the forefront. He sees Connor with Haytham and notes how close they are and how relaxed Connor is with his son.

He sees the way Connor interacts with him, and it's a lot more guarded. And he's under a huge amount of stress. The rebellions are basically people telling him he's a shit King and that they can't wait to be free of him, and they actually elected him freely. Unlike Connor who he forced into the relationship.

So his insecurities are festering in his mind, and he's lashing out. Ironically, he even knows he's being stupid, but he can't help himself. He lashes out, gets angry that he lashed out, and then lashes out again 'cause he's angry that he has so little control over his temper.

Vicious cycle that Haytham doesn't really understand the half of. Older Haytham doesn't think much of emotional abuse (pretty sure the concept didn't exist back then), so he won't step in until things get physical.

Not the expected angst, but one of a different sort...

//runs and hides//

Warning: char death

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12

I can’t believe it.

I...I really can’t.

It’s not real, it didn’t happen.

IT DIDN’T HAPPEN.

It’s not fair, why...?

Grandfather. Uncle.

They’re good people. Grandfather didn’t like the riots and everything, but he was working to help them, in Congress. He was trying really, really hard. And Uncle was just one his way to visit me and Mother.

Mother’s showing a lot and is tired all the time now because of the twins, and Uncle only wanted to come visit and help him.

Why?

They weren’t even supposed to be together! Grandfather was supposed to come today, but his schedule changed so he started early. And Uncle only made a stop at the store in Boston to get Mother a few things.

It’s not fair.

It’s really, really not fair.

They weren’t even supposed to be there!

Just...

Mr. Collins said that they can’t even prosecute anyone, because no one knows who did it. That mob formed when Grandfather and Uncle happened to be around, and there was so much chaos that no one knows who actually...

They’re all in jail now, but Mr. Collins says that unless we can figure out who did it, they’ll have to be let go.

The jail doesn’t have a lot of money either. They can’t afford to feed them.

This isn’t...

Uncle and Grandfather were good men. Grandfather is smart and a good Senator. Uncle is funny and strong and amazing.

That’s what really gets me, you know?

Bad things happen, I know. Like when Father hit Mother. Strange accidents happen, and you wonder why afterwards.

But these are really good people. They weren’t even supposed to be there.

Everyone will feel bad for Grandfather. Because he was a Senator from New York.

But Uncle...

Mother’s really sad about it. I am too. But everyone else? They don’t even care.

Because he’s different.

Because he’s Native.

That’s my Uncle.

He’s wonderful and told great stories and taught me to hunt.

He’s been there my whole life and helped Mother and didn’t even tease Father as much as he could have when Father insisted on wearing fancy clothes in the forest and then slipped into a pile of muddy leaves.

He’s gone now, and no one will care?

Except me? Except Mother?

And it’s all because they’re mad that Father isn’t doing more for them?

I just...

Journal, I think I hate them.

WRRRRYYYY... Okay I knew Haytham couldn't die of old age, but to be murdered by an angry mob? And Kanon too??? That's just... arghh!

Charles is probably going to snap really soon.

Soon, but still a few more installments in between. :)

His Mother’s Son

Haytham Lee, aged 12

He makes me so mad!

I love him, but...

Father was really mad about Grandfather’s death. I think that he’s even a little bit sad about Uncle’s, which is amazing since he doesn’t even like Uncle.

But Grandfather’s death hit him hard.

He’s always looked up to Grandfather. They have a very special relationship, and Mother always said not to ask Father about it.

And Father always gets scary when he’s mad. Last time he was this mad, he hit Mother.

He didn’t hit Mother this time, but he came close.

He yelled and yelled and threw our plates at the wall and pounded the desk.

I think he remembered that Mother is pregnant and can’t defend himself against him.

But I’m not mad at Father.

I want to hit something too. I want to yell and scream because it just isn’t fair that Uncle and Grandfather died.

I hate those people in that mob. I really, really hate them.

Mr. Collins came by to tell us that they couldn’t find out who had done it. So they would all stay in jail for a little more, but that they were going to be released soon.

There was nothing anyone could do.

I hate them so much. I hope they all know what it feels like.

What are they to cause this kind of trouble anyways? Can’t they see that they hurt people?

If they just followed the law and didn’t cause trouble, then Uncle and Grandfather would be...

But since they didn’t, I hope they all die. They deserve it for what happened.

Mother doesn’t think so.

He said that even though what they did wasn’t right, what they suffered isn’t right either. He said that the laws should be made to protect people and give them the freedom to live a full life. That what we’re seeing here are laws that do not allow for personal growth and advancement and the ability to make a living.

That our way of viewing the world has made enough people feel like they have no choice but to break the law and rebel in order to live.

How can he say that?

Uncle and Grandfather are dead. They didn’t need to die. The people who were in that mob could have talked things over nicely, but they didn’t. They chose to kill instead.

Father’s friends are in the Senate. I’m sure they’re good people who would listen.

The people in that mob and the people who want to cause trouble must not have tried hard enough.

I bet that they’re all just lazy, and that they could make a living if they really tried.

Father and his friends did it, so why can’t they?

If they just worked hard enough and obeyed the laws...

Mother didn’t agree.

And I was so mad that I, that I...

I threw my cup at him. The cup that Grandfather gave me when he found out that I like tea, too.

It didn’t hit him, I would never actually hit Mother, but it broke on the wall behind him, and he looked...

Very sad. And lonely.

I’d never seen Mother look like that.

I felt...

Mother, I’m so mad at you, but...

But I’m mad at myself, too.

Father heard the cup break, and he was furious.

That cup was Grandfather’s favorite.

I’m in big trouble now.

/PULLS THE LEE FAMILY IN ONE BIG HUG/

Poor Charles, I knew he'd snap with Haytham's death; but unlike the canon, he can't take his revenge on one individual since it was a mob or angry people who were angry with him. Wonder what he plans on doing, mass execution and/or martial law?

Poor lil Haytham, he's starting to think like a Templar now but I understand his anger.

Poor Connor, the only one who isn't lashing out and exposed to his husband and now his son's violence. The part with him looking alone and sad was heart wrenching, because he realizes that despite his efforts his son will become a Templar.

Charles is furious yes, but I think he might surprise you. In both a positive and a negative way. :) Although we already expect the worst of him so not sure how it can be more negative...

Lil Haytham is very angry, but like all children, he has the ability to come to some really interesting and unique conclusions without adult interference. It's too bad that he has to grow up... ):

Lil Haytham is in a...messed up place right now. And it shows in his messed up evaluation of the situation and messed up feelings. Be warned for uncomfortable read.

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12

Father’s furious with me. He’s never yelled at me before, but...

He said some...

I can’t bear to repeat it. He can’t have meant it, but...

That cup was one of the only gifts that Grandfather gave to me. He said it was because we shared similar qualities, and that I could appreciate a cup of fine tea better than Father or Mother could, Mother especially as he doesn’t like tea from the Indies.

It was a lovely little cup, made of porcelain and with very pretty pictures on it.

I am sorry that I broke it.

But I’m not sorry enough that I think Father is right to say what he said.

I didn’t mean it. He knows I didn’t mean it, but he still says those...

No, you don’t get to call me that, Father. You don’t get to say stuff like that, not with the way you’ve been acting.

You think I’m ungrateful and ignorant and selfish?

You think I can’t control myself and that I’m a danger to everyone?

And you insult Uncle in the same breath that you yell about my shortcomings?

Have you looked into a mirror recently, Father?

I am not the one who lost his temper so badly over nothing that Mother was unable to eat solid food.

I am not the one who blames his own son and wife over his own problems at Court and comes home only to make our lives miserable!

The servants used to love you, and now they tiptoe around you.

I’m really, really mad that Uncle and Grandfather are dead.

But you don’t care about Uncle, at all, do you? You only care about Grandfather because he’s a part of that group that you like so much, the one that always says bad things about Mother.

But I care about the both of them!

They’re my Uncle, my Grandfather.

If anyone’s angry, it’s me!

How dare you, Father?

If anyone should be yelling, it should be me!

And I did yell, and throw that cup, and I’m sorry for it.

But at least that’s better than how you’ve been treating us this entire time!

I was so mad, I cried. I couldn’t even say all that.

I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

Father is...

But then Mother tried to calm Father down.

He stepped between me and Father...

He reached out to Father and...

Father just got madder. He slapped Mother away, and Mother just stood there and didn’t do anything and...

Why didn’t Mother do anything?

What is wrong with Mother that he’d just take Father treating him like that?

Mother, are you, are you stupid?

I see you getting angry, but then you swallow it back down.

You never do anything.

I just...

This is so...

Argh!

Journal, I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.

I’m really mad at Father because he’s always taking his anger out on Mother and treating us badly these days. He’s angry all the time, and things are getting worse.

I don’t want the twins in Mother’s stomach to be born into this. Things have to be better for them.

Father has to be a good Father, I’m going to be a good Big Brother, and Mother has to finally stand up for himself and be a good Mother.

I can’t respect Mother right now.

I can’t.

I’m angry at Father, but I think I’m beginning to hate Mother.

I know it’s wrong, Journal, to feel this way, but I really, really do.

Mother didn’t even feel angry at the mob for killing Uncle and Grandfather. He never seems to get angry at Father for all the yelling. He just...lets it all pass.

How can Mother protect the babies if he doesn’t even protect himself?

What kind of a mother is he?

Awww poor Haytham, is happy family is crumbling and there's nothing he can really do to stop it. Charles, stop being a dick!

I’m angry at Father, but I think I’m beginning to hate Mother.

Ack! My Heart! Oh little Haytham, you have no idea what your mother had to endure to keep you, and all his loved ones safe from your father and his group. I wonder when Haytham does find out, can't picture Connor telling him... maybe he finally reads those journals?

You guessed it! :)

The journals are the key...especially since Connor's...well. :)

Enjoy reading the angsty next bit.

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12

No. It didn’t happen, it didn’t.

I know I said I was beginning to hate Mother, because he never stood up for himself, but...

I didn’t mean for me, Mother. I meant for the babies. I can take care of myself, but they’re still so little...

Was.

How could you, Father?

You’re despicable. You’re...

I was going to be a Big Brother. Play around with the twins and teach them how to do things and damn you Father...

Oh God. There was so much blood, and Mother wasn’t even moving and...

I don’t know who dragged me away, but whoever did, you had no right!

No right at all, you hear me?

I heard them, through the door. Doctor Davies told Father that the babies were dead.

And, oh God, the babies. He said that Doctor White was still working to get them out of Mother and...

He said that it was lucky that he was coming to call and that Doctor White was on a monthly checkup.

Lucky?

The babies are dead!

They’re...

I’ve always wanted a baby brother or sister to play with. Someone to lead and teach and have fun with...

If it’s lucky, then why aren’t the babies still alive right now? Why is no one saying how Mother is?

Mother...

You had no right to drag me away from Mother. No right to lock me in this room.

Mother might be dying, and...

It’s not right.

I yelled at him. I threw Grandfather’s cup at him.

And now he might be dying, and you won’t even let me near him because you’re afraid of...what?

You think that I’m too childish to be around Mother when he might...

I’m 12! I’m 12 and a young man, and I love Mother and...

Oh God.

Oh God.

I told Mother that I thought he was stupid, and that those people deserved to die.

I told Mother that I thought he didn’t care that Uncle and Grandfather are dead.

I told him...

And that wasn’t even the worst of it.

And I threw my cup at him.

I thought I hated him.

I don’t.

I really, really don’t.

I was just mad and...

Please God, whoever, please.

I didn’t mean it, I...

Mother’s been good to me. He’s played with me and taught me and raised me.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry.

Please don’t let Mother die.

Please.

Oh God, I have to get out of here. I can’t be here, in this locked room.

I can’t...

Please, let me go to Mother. Don’t lock me in here.

Call Father or, or Doctor White or even Doctor Davies.

I can’t stay in here while Mother may be dying.

I can’t let throwing a cup be my last memory of my Mother.

I can’t...

My page is getting too damp.

I can’t write anymore.

Please don’t die Mother.

Pleasepleasepleaseplease.

Please.

/SOOOOOOOB/

I knew this was coming but OMG

Poor Haytham

/Hugs little Haytham/

If he thinks this is awful, I wonder how bad he'll react to reading those journals and finds out all those 'romantic' stories he's heard of his father saving his mother and them falling in love was a complete and utter lie.

yeah...it's gonna be a shocker. :D

It might take him a little while to find them, but what else has he to do when his father's still going to be busy, his mother is out of commission, and the entire household is in mourning?

Yeah, and was rereading this part again and totally had young Connor feels, Haytham being dragged away while his mother bled and miscarried was very similar to Connor being dragged away from his mother who was burning alive ;_;

Omg... I only just found this story a day ago. I've read everything. I couldn't put it down. I'm actually at work now. A customer came in and I'm still reading under the counter.
You have not only been bookmarked, but you're now my homepage on both my phone and home computer.

You are not 'talented'; you ARE talent. This. Is. Phenomenal. I cannot gush enough on how wonderful this story is and you are!

Instantly-in-love!Anon anxiously awaits more~!

I...

//blush//

That's so nice of you! :) You made my day. Thank you! :D

Can't take all the credit though. It's two folks (me and another anon) who are bouncing off each other for this series. The other anon is doing the Honeymoon and Shattered.

But glad you like! //glows//

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12

I don’t know what to do Journal. It’s been a night since the...since Father...

And I haven’t seen Father or Doctor White or Doctor Davies since. Mary comes to bring me some food, but even though I beg her, she won’t let me out.

She won’t let me see Mother. Or even tell me about him.

She says that it would be too much for me.

Why would she say that? Why does she mean by that?

Is Mother truly...?

No!

I refuse to believe it. I refuse to.

Mother’s been there my whole life. He can’t be...

Mother used to carry me around, you know Journal? When I was little, he used to put me on his back, and I’d pretend I was an eagle and could fly.

And he’d say that it was good, that I wanted to be an eagle, fierce and protective and free, that the hero who wore a hood and saved lives with knives was an eagle.

Sometimes Father used to watch us. He always stood a little distance away, and he never liked that I liked eagles, but I think he was secretly happy, because I sometimes caught him smiling. At me and especially at Mother.

And then Spado would run around barking, and Father would carry him over to Mother and me, and Mother would give Father’s dog a fond scratch...

I don’t understand Journal.

What did I do wrong?

First Uncle and Grandfather and now the babies and Mother...

Why, why am I being punished like this? Why?

Did I do something bad? Am I evil? Am I...?

Uncle was one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. Grandfather one of the smartest. Mother is one of the kindest. The twins weren’t even born yet, they were completely innocent.

So why?

Tell me, Journal, why?

No.

Mother’s not dead. They’d, they’d let me out if he were dead.

And we’d be burying him, so he can’t be dead.

Mother’s going to be fine.

I believe that.

I have to believe that.

Mother will be okay, and then Father will stop fighting with him and...

Father.

Father was yelling at me and Mother told me to go to my room and when I did I heard Mother cry out and then...

Father’s hand was held out. And Mother lay at the bottom of the stairs like, like a sack of clothes.

And the floor was turning red underneath Mother and...

Father just stood there, staring at Mother until Mary screamed and...

This is all Father’s fault.

He pushed Mother down the stairs. I know it.

And it’s because of me. He was mad at me.

And when Mother got in the way, he...

Mother married Father. He trusted him, and Father...

There was so much blood. Mother lay at a twisted angle at the foot of the stairs.

Father didn’t do anything to help Mother.

I can’t forgive Father.

I won’t forgive Father.

Oh the angst! I love the fond recollection of Haytham having with his parents (who are actually happy at this point) and then the moment where Connor lays broken at the bottom of the stairs....

/SOOOOOB/

Mother married Father. He trusted him, and Father...

/snif/ Oh little Haytham are you in for a shock.

Yep, one very, very nasty shock. :)

//pets lil Haytham//

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, aged 12

I saw Mother. They finally let me see Mother.

He looks...

Doctor White told me that Mother is very weak right now. That they had to try something that was very dangerous to get the baby girls out of him, and that he’s alive, but not well.

He told me I need to treat Mother gently and let him rest.

I asked him if Mother will get better, but he didn’t say anything. Just smiled and patted my shoulder.

I think...I think he thinks Mother might still die.

I think...

His large stomach was gone. It was flat again. He was so still I thought he wasn’t breathing, but then he’d be dead wouldn’t he, and Doctor White would have said...

Father was too busy talking to Doctor Davies. I don’t know what about, but he clearly doesn’t care about Mother. He doesn’t even come over and sit by Mother like I saw Mr. Collins do when Mr. Clipper got sick.

Doctor White did though. He fluffed Mother’s pillows and made sure the covers were pristine over Mother, and why wasn’t Father doing any of that?

He must really not care about Mother at all.

I can’t forgive Father.

Mother looked so pale. It was like all the life and the thing that made Mother Mother had left him.

And he didn’t wake, not even when I rubbed his hand against my cheek. Not even when I took one of the little figurines that Mother keeps in his room and put them in his hand.

He always liked those figurines. He said it reminded him of people who were kind and good to him.

He’d given me one to play with when I was little, but I don’t remember where I put it...

Mother looked so fragile against those white sheets. He looked like all the blood had left him and that...

He already looked dead.

Oh Mother.

Please don’t die. I swear I won’t ever be meant to you ever again.

I won’t argue or do naughty things or be a bad son.

I’m sorry for what I did.

I’m sorry I was bad to you, Mother.

So please get better.

And, and I’m sorry for throwing that cup at you and saying mean things. And thinking that you didn’t care to protect us.

You did, Mother. You did, and you got hurt because of it.

And I...

I was going to be a big brother. I was going to teach and lead and protect my little sisters.

It’s a Big Brother’s duty to protect their little siblings, right?

I can’t now. They’re dead, and it’s too late to protect them.

Father killed them. Just like he almost killed you.

I hate him, Mother. I hate Father.

And I’m scared of him. He was scary last time when he hit you, he was scary when he yelled at me for breaking Grandfather’s cup, and he’s even scarier now.

I won’t let him hurt you again.

I promise you, Mother.

I will protect you.

So please get better and wake up, okay?

I love you, Mother.

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