The moment you opened your eyes, I was the first you saw in your vision. You laughed, holding out your tires to reach for me. I felt myself smile from ear to ear as I held you in my tires.
Your eyes of ebony, shimmering with happiness and innocence. Your smile, so innocent and cheerful.
You used to be such a dear.
And to me, you still are.
I watched as your parents left you be. Focused on your older siblings, leaving you in my care. Disappointed at my son as anyone would be, I took you and raised you as my own.
I was the one who saw your first drive.
Say your first word.
Grow your first tooth.
Fixed your first injury.
Held you when you cried.
Gave you your first pet. A little pig you named Slop.
You were the most adorable and most precious gem to me.
I watched as you grow, going to school with your best friend.
I watched you zoom at your first race and win with flying colours.
I helped with your powers of great invention.
I was always there for you.
As you were for me.
At any insult to me, you were quick to defend.
At any danger I am in, you were quick to my rescue.
My precious little lightning gem.
As you grew, you never parted from me. In return, I gave you everything you wished.
I supported you in everything you did.
Anything that made you smile and happy.
Your smile and happiness always made me happy.
When you had to leave to the city for your first official race, I cried my heart out. You held me in your tires, drying my tears.
"I'll come back," you said. "I love you,"
"I love you too, my precious little lightning gem," I smiled and had to watch you leave.
You soon send me letters, and I send them in return. You visit me from time to time, and I visit as often as I could, but even then, I had a hard time. You are just too far for me to reach.
But you made new friends, and new… non-friends alike.
As long as you're happy, I was happy.
Or… so I thought you were happy.
One day, the letters stop coming.
And with that, your visits have become less frequent.
I grow confused, scared of what had happened, but every time I ask, you always say everything is okay.
Everything is fine.
But your smile…
It isn't as bright as it used to be.
It is fake.
My worry grows every day, and I long for your visitations and letters.
But they come oh so rarely now.
Only once or twice.
A month.
And it makes worry.
Scared.
So I visit you.
And all I see… is tears.
My own tears.
And red.
Black oil and red blood dripping from where you stood.
Or… where you once stood.
The window gives a chill and gust that sways you, but you don't bother to close.
You cannot close it.
I… cannot close it either.
It seems you have learned new magic that you have managed to freeze me in my place.
Speechless.
Crying.
And I can only ask…
Where did I go wrong…?
I gave you everything…
But…
But it wasn't enough…
I finally break and fall on my tires. My tears stream from my eyes, and I cannot stop them.
I cannot…
I cannot…
My sweet grandson, Crushy…
My precious little lightning…
Where did I go wrong…?