Don't go

Of course her mother saw right through the words and knew exactly what she was saying. She looked sullenly at the bed, knowing her father would cuff her for making this about her, when he had said their mother needed cuddles to feel better. Somewhat dutifully, she wrapped herself up more fully beside her mother on the bed, making sure her paws were curled about her mothers much larger (if more fragile) form.

“I just don’t understand why you gave her gifts, mumma. I love Vanta, you know that. I always want to look out for her, but I kept wondering when I’d get my gift” she tried to explain.. “Does that make me a bad person?”


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