Things change. As you grow older, the thoughts we had as a child disappear, the dreams we had hoped would one day become a reality, sink into a bottomless lake. Most likely never to resurface again.
When i was a kid, everything was simple. It was a time of peace, impeccable freedom and love. Never having to fear that the end would come while i slept. Never having to fear that my father would leave my mother and i, alone. Unfortunately, he did leave, taking nothing, from what we saw eveything had been left untouched. I remember standing in the doorway of my parents room, watching as my mother, quietly began to pack up his things. watching as she removed what was left of him, from her life.
I had been 10 at the time and that night i was no longer a child. i cant say i grew to hate the world, i cant say i even hated my father for in my opinion "giving up". i knew it would do me no good. so i accepted it. stuffed my feelings, hid my emotions, all but anger. like i said i didnt hate what had happened, But i hated the fact that i couldnt do anything to stop it.
My mother. She always knew what to say, always the truth, always to the point. some would say i resembled her, in looks and in behavior. i was truly her son, but my father had left his mark. My hair. as blonde as can be, seemed more noticable considering my dark pigmentation. i even tried to dye it at one point in order to blend in. caught by my mother, She sat me down and told me repeatedly " you are who you are" then flashed me a grin wide enough to show every tooth. My mother was wise, but understanding. She was stern but playful and in her weakness she was stronger. I guess it makes sense. She is the Avatar after all.