Sequoia Coast was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

he wondered what that might have been like. he thought it almost fanciful to dream about the lives that didn’t even exist yet… that were only tiny lumps that were growing into actual beings. he wondered if she had dreamed of personalities for them, or if she could sense what they would be like before that point entirely. then, he wondered if his own mother had dreamed of him and his siblings. for all of the trauma that they had experienced after their birth, he hoped that she was not disappointed in all of them for what had come to be.
 
the boy trailed alongside the pale woman quietly. he asked her a few questions here and there while they sought the herbs that she needed. as their time passed, he found that he felt far less animosity toward her. still, he could not remove the words that she had spoken before. he wondered if she would ever realize just what kind of an impact that had had on his growing and changing mind. he also wondered if her own children would experience anything like what he had in his first year.
 
only time would tell.