Disclaimer: I figured just so I would be on the safe side I should make one too. Here it goes, I do not own anything. All rights belong to the original owners. I own nothing.
I always thought that my mother was strange. She acts more like a child then a real adult, but I love her anyways. She was different from the other mothers I observed even at a young age. They kissed their children's boo-boos, but I kissed hers. They were the ones make the real decisions. I made most of ours, and as I grew this happened almost all the time.
The only ones that I didn't have control over were the ones affecting the men in our lives. Of how we left my father when I was too young to remember. The numerous men she found and thought were date or father material, but ended up being mooches, scumbags, or dirt bags. I'm just glad she hasn't found any of the more dangerous types other that the one that stole some of our silverware.
For the most part I've been able to protect her from herself, but I some times resented this role I played for her. I wonder way she was the way she is, and therefore I am the way I am. It wasn't until I got older that I found the real reason for her personality.
My name is Isabella Swan, and my mother is a siren.
Hey, Everyone! I finally posted a chapter of a story I thought would be interesting. Review and tell me what you think of it. Also if I should work on it more, or just scrap it. Not really sure with this one yet.
DWM Rider