Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

Every word is like a stab. She holds him in her arms, lowering her nose to his cheek. He is not hers, not by blood. Though in her own way, irrevocably. Stronger than coincidence or circumstance or birth.

“When we’re born we’re stuck with what we’ve got. Sometimes family can disappoint you. Sometimes they aren’t there for you when you need them. But it doesn’t have to always be that way. You get a choice, now, about who your family is. You’ve got people in Kvarsheim who care about you. You’re not alone and that’s not ever going to happen again. Even if I have to go for a little while, I’ll always come home to you.” She loved him, and as far as she was concerned, that’s what makes a true family. She cradles him against her heart and the cooling evening air.

“Buffall,” she will murmur into his cheek, “They look peaceful, don’t they? Content. Strong. They seem to know where they’re going. That is the life I want for you.”