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Clotted Cream Cookie.
My Happiness
My Ray of Sunshine
My Reason of Living
My Son.
Hazel-colored dough, light cream-colored hair, yellow green eyes, and a bright beautiful innocent smile.
Oh, I wish to see him again.
That child I bore, raised, loved, and cared for is...gone.
I'm so sorry.
It's all my fault.
I failed to be your mother.
I failed to be someone that you could trust.
I failed to be the one who was also meant to protect you even from afar.
I failed to be a daughter, a wife, and now as a mother.
"I can't believe someone as useless as you would be a mother of such child. He has so much potential, he could be of very good use."
I didn't have the upper hand, I had no power against him. All I could ever do was plead and cry, getting on my knees, begging him not to take you away.
"PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM AWAY— HE'S MY SON YOU JUST CAN'T TAKE A CHILD AWAY FROM HIS MOTHER LIKE THIS, PLEASE—"
"Drag her away."
"Yes, Sire."
"NO! MAMA! DON'T GO!"
Your small hands were reaching out for me while you were forcefully being dragged away by that mad man.
"MAMA! MAMA! DON'T GO! PLEASE!"
Your cries and screams were growing louder and louder as you tried to escape from his grasp.
"Tsk tsk, damn child. You indeed both are a little-too alike."
He continued to drag you away, ignoring your cries and pleading.
"GET AWAY FROM ME! MY SON! NO, PLEASE, CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE!"
Bang.
I could feel something hit my body, harder than a rock.
"I'm sorry, Madame. But, we had no other choice. Please get yourself some rest as we take you back home, where you'll be safe and sound."
My eyes started to close, the last thing I heard before completely passing out we're his cries, that child's cries— those cries felt like the last innocent and pure thing I could ever hear before it faded away.
My son was the last pure thing I could see before he was consumed by pressures and responsibilities.
That child's bright smile, gentle voice, and shining happiness.. was now being taken by the reality of the world.
A child's Innocence indeed does not last long, doesn't it? Oh how cruel the world is...
If fate could grant me a wish and turn back time, I'd gladly use it to spend time with you.
To be able to see you running into my arms, shouting 'mama' with a bright smile on your face.
So that I could hear your gentle sweet voice saying that one day you'd be a "superhero" and save the republic from any evil that'll cause a downfall.
If the divines could bless me with at least a day to spend time with you—
I'll be waiting for that day to come..
Clotted Cream Cookie.