Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda, Nintendo, or any of these characters.
Author's Note: Ahhhh, I feel sentimental lately, so I thought I'd release a few stories today. Right now I have a major case of writer's block as well as a cold... lucky, lucky me, huh? Anyway, enjoy. Please read and review when you are finished.
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Dear Mother
By Kurai Hitokiri
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Dear Mother,
Why am I? Why am I writing this to a person I never even knew…? To a person whose face I don't even remember? …I'm a terrible son for not even remembering how my own Mother's face. A disgrace to the life that you have given me… A life that you saved by giving up your own.
There are so many things I wish I could've asked you, Mother: What was Father like? What were you like? Did you love me……
Did you want me?
I've heard so many things about you from the Deku Tree sprout, and even from people that actually knew you. They say things like 'your eyes are just like hers,' 'Farore bless your Dear Mother.' About how you were a kind, caring, and sweet person… About how Father was a man far more dignified than any of Her Majesty's Knights.
But I don't know who to believe, Mother. I'm not even sure if I should believe anything that even my closest friends tell me. I've been backstabbed, used, and lied to so much that I don't think I can trust anyone anymore, Mother.
Sometimes I can still remember your voice, though… A sweet, haunting melody that soothes me to sleep when my mind is troubled and angry. I can feel the warmth of your embrace, the gentle smell of vanilla, and the soft crooning of your lullabies. When I feel those things I think maybe, just maybe if I delve a bit farther I can see your face again. But then it's always just a little out of my reach, then it gets farther and farther till the memory fades into nothingness.
I... just wish there was something I could do to see your face just once. Which parts of my face belong to you, which from Father? Which bits of my personality will give me a key to finding you again?
I know that you'll never read this, but somehow I just feel better rambling on words of regret that I want so badly to say to you. Things that I never got to say... things I never got to thank you for, Mother. For saving my life... for bringing me into this world... For being my pillar of light and strength alone the darkened depths of my journey.
If there is one thing that you must know, know that I love you will everything that I have. Know that your son, your pitiful excuse for a son, is grateful for your sacrifices and does everything in your honor.
I only... wish that you can see me now... but somehow I feel like you can, and that makes all the difference. And so I end this letter with a ligher heart and tears running down my cheeks and blotting this page...
I love you so, Mother...
With all my heart's love,
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