Ollo fellow readers! Invisible cookies to the person who can figure out whose point(s) of view this is.

-Silence Nevermore

You sit on the porch, holding a precious package.

One that took nine excruciatingly painful months to create.

They open their eyes.

You stare into their beautiful face and wonder what the heck you did to deserve this beautiful baby. The warm moist breeze of the sea startles the child, and they start to whimper. You can't figure it out. Of all things, this child shouldn't be afraid of the sea. It doesn't make sense.

Your foot creaks on the old rocking chair pushing you back and forth, back and forth. You adjust your arm to face the baby.

"What's the matter? Hmm? Why are you crying, sweetheart?" you whisper. This place holds a special place in your heart; your baby deserves to know about it.

You look out across the sea and wonder if they're really down there. If a face would form out of the waves and smile at you from across the bay. You dismiss the thought as a golden light lights up the world. Yep, well there's Apollo, you think. Riding his golden chariot across the heavens. You hold the child close, as if protecting them from the harm of the world; the gods and all the pain and misfortune that is in their future. But not now, they won't grow up like you did. You forbid it.

But, they do grow up.

You watch as they turn into a beautiful person; after their parents own hearts. They have your eyes, and your lovers face. You stand by as they face the troubles their parentage created for them, and how they decide to deal with them. You cry when they leave. Not for good of course, but away from you. Your face shines with pride when they complete their first quest; saving the gods once again. But you know that this is only the beginning; times will get worse, and life will become all the more precious.

When they come home, you smile. But in the back of your mind, you know that they can never stay. This is dangerous for them.

Dangerous for you.

So, you hold them close, and talk about the good times. You stroke their hair like you did when they were little, and make them promise to write home.

When they face their first death, you listen while they cry. You remember your first loss; and how you blamed it on yourself. But they carry on, and learn from it.

Like you did.

You try to hide a smile when their best friend becomes a love interest. But you don't say anything, letting them tell you when the time is right. They grow up together, and learn how to love. You pray for their safety; because if anyone, they deserve it.

When they come home, holding hands with another, you stifle the urge to ask questions. You understand how hard this is for them, because you did the same thing. When you notice a promise ring on her finger, you know that this is forever. Nothing can break a love like this apart.

So, you watch as a crush becomes a love, and a love a promise. Your face shines with pride when they walk down the aisle, and utter the words that solidify the moment.

When they learn of the chance of a family, you are the first to congratulate them. Instead of a gift, you give them wisdom. Points of advice that you learned while raising them.

When you pick up the phone early one morning, you know that it's for real. So you run to the hospital in you pajama's and comfort them in their time of need. While she sighs in happiness, you pick up their baby; their sweet, perfect baby, and remember when it was them. You brush away her hair, stare into her eyes, and sing her a lullaby; the one you sang to them.

Did you figure out whose points of view that was? Cause honestly, it could be a lot of people. I sure hope that was as much fun to read as it was to write. I wrote it in 2nd person by the way, a trick I learned in creative writing. Feel free to give me ideas for new chapters

Love always,

-Silence Nevermore