June 03, 2020, 05:27 PM
her son was a mixture of the beautiful sands, but the fire of the world. a sunset to behold, he was like the dawning of the world as it hit the waters just right. huojin was growing big, as he should, and fast, as he could already see. movement was around, and sometimes couldn't deny letting him get too close to the water.
teach him a damn lesson to listen to his mom, "don't go near the water, yet." she would speak, even if he could not understand. the words would be spoken each time he would move away.
"@Huojin," of course, ruo would need to be a proper mother. she often switched between the english he needed to know, and the mother-tongue she desired him to know. heritage was important, that much was enough. their customs may be over, but not the language she was born into- and he would be born into.
"i'm proud of you."
teach him a damn lesson to listen to his mom, "don't go near the water, yet." she would speak, even if he could not understand. the words would be spoken each time he would move away.
"@Huojin," of course, ruo would need to be a proper mother. she often switched between the english he needed to know, and the mother-tongue she desired him to know. heritage was important, that much was enough. their customs may be over, but not the language she was born into- and he would be born into.
"i'm proud of you."