Author's Note: to be clear, a *delete* means he's deleting the whole page where as a *backspace* is just the sentence before it.
Dear Mom
It's been almost a year now and
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Dear Mom,
I just wanted to tell you how much I am thankful for all you do. I may not show it sometimes but I do mean it. With all my heart.
When I was little I was thankful for you whenever I feel down and scrapped myself or whenever you taught me about the stars above. Without you in my life I wouldn't be *backspace* Without you in my life I couldn't find myself here today.
Yes, I know I'm probally not the best son in the world. I don't get straight A's like Jazz or invent things like you and Dad but I do want you to know you've raised a good kid, as much as it doesn't show sometimes. I admit, I've not been seen as the best but one day I hope you'll understand that I'm not just shoving off home life to be a teen.
If *backspace* When I find the courage, you'll understand. Maybe it'll be this mother's day.
Truth be told, I really want to be at home most of the time. Yes you and Dad are embarrassing, but you are parents. You're supposed to be. Some days I want to make it home well before ten but patrolling takes time and not always can I go through the city without one problem or another *backspace* Some days I want to be home before ten, but life seems to call at me. I know that sounds like a lame excuse.
You wanna know why all your ghost hunting equipment always finds its way to my head? *backspace* You know what, I want you to know. I'm tired of all the secrets. I'm tired of lieing to you and Dad. I want you to know what's going on with me, but I can't. I risk your lives if you know. *backspace backspace* I want you to know what's going on with me, why I'm never home, why I suddenly started avoiding your experiments like the plague, why for every question you've ever had about me. Here it is.
It's almost been a year since the accident, remember last September? Well, that accident gave me a bit more than just a lower body temperature. *backspace backspace* I'm not that stupid kid you see every day any more than Phantom is a low life piece of ectoplasm. We are one in the same. I'm Phantom!
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Dear Mom,
I love you.
Happy Mother's Day.
-your baby boy, Danny
Author's Note: Just a little something for mother's day. When you don't have one you find yourself realizing how lucky people are that had one. It was weird to write this from Danny's eyes, I'll admit, since my mom never really was a mom in anymore of the word than the fact she gave birth to me it's hard to think of a mother as something good. Maddie Fenton would've been a great mom to have, just as much as Jack would've been a great father. Danny and Jazz are blessed even if they are cartoons.
Danny: You call having parents who are publicly humiliated being blessed?
AN: Well, ya. You have both of your parents mostly happy in their marriage. Your parents care about you but also give you time to be with friends. You know my past. Butch created you just in time for the divorce.
Danny: … right… You should write your life down. It would make a great book.
AN: Bleck, no way. There's millions out there worst off than me. My grandma gave me a room, remember. At least I have a roof over my head. I've never been actually homeless. My Aunt and my Grandma really care.
Danny: Well there you go!
AN: what?
Danny: All this is is something for you to do to realize you don't have a mom anymore. They're your mom's! And I thought I was clueless.
AN: You've been hanging around your sister way too long if you figured that out!
Danny: Hey!
AN: Read and Review
Danny: If they read down this far they need help. Who'd wanna listen to you blather on about your problems.
AN: shut. up.
