Our mother was sick. Over-saturated with spice. When she died, we were born. Not just born! We were aware. Every memory, every feeling, every thought that our ancestors ever had, became our heritage. We could talk before we even had teeth!
That being said, our father, devastated by grief, ran into the desert, leaving us with our aunt, who was... like us, who knows how it feels to be aware.
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Date: 2011-10-09 05:51 am (UTC)That being said, our father, devastated by grief, ran into the desert, leaving us with our aunt, who was... like us, who knows how it feels to be aware.