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Knotty

This user appropriately tagged their NSFW. Nice.

Mother's day is always hard. Perhaps I am worse at dealing with grief than other Roses or perhaps I am simply worse at hiding it. Sometimes I have trouble sorting through the memories of a toddler and the memories of a housecat. Looking up at her with such love, saying my syllable for uppies. Sometimes she would forget to feed me before passing out. Both of me. In both cases, Rose would pick up the slack. I shouldn't have had to, but I'm so glad I did. I forgive her, of course. I'm not sure I'm capable of hating her anymore even if she did crush me to death with a book. I don't excuse a second of it, but I understand. She should have gotten help - with the bottle, or with me - but how could she ask? How could she go out and face a world she knew would end before her daughter had the chance to grow up? I am going to go have a good cry. Maybe into Deva's shoulder.