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I Never Thought I Would Live To See Him Die. I Could Not Fathom That My Years Would Extend Past The Span Of His Twice Over. He Died Twice And Experienced A Brush With Death As An Ill, Troubled Wriggler. His Blood Was A Mutation, But It Was Not The Culprit Of His Condition. His Problems Were In His Head, Ringing In Echoes Even When He Was Only A Wriggler, What The Humans Call A Baby. Maybe Someday He Will Return To Me One Last Time Before My Years Discover Wherever It Is That I Hide From Them. I Can Only Hope And Pray That I Will Be Blessed Enough For Such A Miracle.
His Child Will Not Allow Me To Get Close The Way I Was With Him, Which Pains Me Deeply. I Must Persevere Though. If I Do Not, I Fear That Child Will Die Before He Has Lived, Though His Soul May Have Already Reached That Point. That Child Is A Blessing. He Is Just Like His Father Down To The Most Miniscule Detail. Neither Of Them Cried Much As Wrigglers And They Both Have Been Cursed With Misfortunate Of Irrational Anxiety, Separation And Generalized. Neither Can Properly Function On Their Own.
I Suppose I Should Start From The Beginning. After All, His Baby Would Not Exist If It Had Not Been For The Creation Of Mine.