Do dead parents forgive?

Nico had thought himself past acting like a child.  An Independent-minded young adult that was living life his way.  Right this moment he was just a small child that wanted his mom and feared she’d never forgive him.  The song starts and Nico’s head lifts up, looking around quickly, hoping to see mom there was a wolf but it wasn’t her.  The ghost form talks to him, telling him mom wants to be there and can’t.

“But, you’re here, so why can’t she be?” He didn’t really need any technical answer, nor was it a real challenge simply another way of expressing it all hurt inside.  Her greeting reminded him more of mom, her kind warm words made him miss his own mom all the more.  Hanging out with pirates one thing Nico hadn’t seen was someone like this.  No mom to hug and reassure.  Not that he had ever asked for one, nor did he really want the living to know about this.

She opened her arms out and Nico made his way over slowly, hesitant of just walking to a ghost.  The fact it was a wolf certainly didn’t bother him at this point.  He saw far more wolves than he did coyotes these days.  Getting hugged by a strange ghost though was kinda weird, right?  Still, the hug offer was there, and a mother's kindness was there.

Nico tried to shove his head up against a paw but her form wasn’t real, just an appearance.  He could see where there were legs though, her chest and all the furs.  It was something, it wasn’t mom nor a real touch but it was something.  “How do you know?” The soft words whispered, “She told me to stay close and I didn’t.  I was just having fun but, there was a tiger and mom came to save me and it.. well it killed her.  Cause I snuck off.  Are you sure she isn’t mad at me?”

"Nico"