Disclaimer: Do I own the characters? Nope.
Enjoy if you will. I picture Chi-Chi for some reason speaking. I guess this would be considered AU. My first story be gentle. Flames, if I get them, will be used as fossil fuel.
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I love my son but sometimes love isn't enough. I'd do anything for him. I'd even kill if it requires it though I know I won't like it. He's my world. Caring isn't enough. I watch him sometimes when he's out playing. He is at peace with everything. He's a great kid. When he was younger, I found myself sneaking into his room to make sure he was still there. It's silly I know but I have it on good authority I am not the only parent to do this.
I go away sometimes for long periods of time. I don't like leaving him alone for so long but I do it anyway. You must think horribly of me. To leave my child alone in the house like that. In my defense I always come back to him. I would never abandon him. He means too much for me to do that. I think the reason I leave is because he did. It hurt so much when he left. It was like a part of my soul was ripped away from me. I couldn't breathe.
I ran out of the house. That is how my trips started. I ran until I fell from exhaustion. I must've cried for hours or at least that's what it felt like. When I finally came back home, I found my son sleeping in the kitchen. He was waiting up for me. I put him to bed promising him that I would never leave. Liar. A few days later I fled again. Soon my little escapades became more frequent.
I didn't know how much this was affecting my son. He seemed to ignore me leaving. One day I woke up to my son starring down at me smiling. I asked what he was doing and he told me, "Making sure you're still here mommy." I cringed when I heard that. I told not worry. He smiled and ran off. What was I doing to my son? When I walked to the kitchen, I was in for a surprise. My little seven-year-old was at the stove cooking.
I asked what he was doing. He told me it was okay. He learned how to cook. He had taught himself while I was away. He said that he had even started doing some housework. My son didn't need me anymore. He grew up and I missed it. It's not fair when someone so young has to be an adult. He offered to cook me my breakfast. I was too upset to give a verbal reply so I just nodded.
I love my son but sometimes love isn't enough. I was supposed to teach him how to take care himself, to cook, how to be clean. He wasn't supposed to learn by himself in my absence. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be happy when he grew up. He wasn't supposed to an adult before he went through puberty. My son doesn't need me. I love my son and that's all I did.
AN: this where I beg for you to review.thanks if you do.
