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Authors note: whoops. I forgot to mention Pira was a year old when Prue gave her up didn't I. Sorry, hope that clears that up. I did have it in, but I must have changed that part. If your wondering why I did that it was because I wanted Prue to have SOME bonding time with her daughter and I didn't want Mel and Pira so close in age. OK someone asked for Prue's feelings on not being with her daughter so here it is. I'll get back to the regular plot next chapter, but I thought this was a nice idea.
//= Thoughts btw
CHAPTER 2 (interlude)
//How did I manage to do it// Prue wondered. //how did I manage to give up Pira// Prue had seen her daughter only twice in person, since she had gone to live with her aunts.
Both times Pira had been shy, reserved, hadn't recognised Prue that well. That hurt. She wished she could be with her daughter; help her along the road through childhood.
Instead she could only watch, helpless to comfort her when she was upset, congratulate her for achievements, all the things a normal mother would do.
She got only one day a year to act like a mother to her child. And that really hurt. Sure she could SEE everything Pira did, but it wasn't the same. She longed to wrap her arms around her daughter each day.
Each and every day of the year she damned the Elders. It may have been her own decision to help them, although that meant giving up her child. But they could have allowed her more than that single day a year.
Prue couldn't even confront them about it. Knowing how the Elders could be when crossed, she was sure they wouldn't hesitate to take even that day away from her.
So she had to stay here, watching other people bring up her child. Watching her daughter from afar. She knew Pira was happy most of the time, but also that at times she wished for a mommy and daddy of her own. This hurt more than the pain of giving Pira up.
That the child wanted parents made her feel so guilty. She was failing her only child. She brushed those thoughts away. No, it wasn't her fault. She had no choice.
Of course the Elders had pretended she had. But it would have made no difference. They would have taken the child at birth if she hadn't agreed. At least the way things were she had had one year with her child. And her precious once a year visits.
And of course she had Andy. Andy. She loved him with all her heart. Always had, although she had never fully realised it until he died. But now they were together. They shared their pain. Shared the knowledge that their only child was growing up without her true parents.
She knew how Pira must feel. Prue too had grown up without her parents. Although it was arguable that it had been worse for her, she had known her mother for much longer than Pira, had had more time to love her, and then one day it was gone. And she knew that her father was alive, but that he didn't want to be with them.
Prue didn't believe this. At least she had not had to live with glimpses of what their life would be like with her parents. Not like Pira did. The child, although only three was mature for her age. She understood who Prue was, and why she could not be around all the time.
But the child didn't fully trust this. She didn't recognise the woman who came to visit on her birthdays as her mother. Her aunts were her mothers to her, at least in actions, although not by name.
Maybe when she was older, she would understand. She would probably be angrier then. Want her mother to stay, not to leave at the end of that day. She might demand WHY she should recognise this person, who was hardly ever here for her as her mother.
Prue knew that these problems could arise. Her child was so like her, and she knew that that was how she herself would react. And Pira would be correct in doing so. Prue was only her mother in that she had given birth to the child, and loved the child with the love only a mother could give. Her sisters were the ones who did everything that people thought of as entailing a mother.
She pondered the question she had asked herself earlier. How did she give up her daughter? Because her love for her was so great. She knew the child would grow up, as happy as any child could be. With her family. And if problems arose, they could be solved through love.
Prue knew that Pira would know how much she was loved. Piper would be sure to explain it. She would make the girl understand that her mother loved her, and although she wasn't always around in person, she would always be watching over her daughter.
Prue smiled. It hurt to admit it. But Pira would be fine without her. Would grow up into a fine young woman, and witch. Would play the cards that destiny had dealt her. And Prue would be watching it all.
Authors note: Well what do you think? Please review. Oh and unfortunately I have to go to school next week, so I wont be able to update so fast :( I wish I could, but I probably wont have time. I'll still try to update as often as possible. Oh and thanks to everyone who has reviewed this, I hope you will keep reading. Yes, this chapter is short, but it was going to get very repetitive if I kept going
Authors note: whoops. I forgot to mention Pira was a year old when Prue gave her up didn't I. Sorry, hope that clears that up. I did have it in, but I must have changed that part. If your wondering why I did that it was because I wanted Prue to have SOME bonding time with her daughter and I didn't want Mel and Pira so close in age. OK someone asked for Prue's feelings on not being with her daughter so here it is. I'll get back to the regular plot next chapter, but I thought this was a nice idea.
//= Thoughts btw
CHAPTER 2 (interlude)
//How did I manage to do it// Prue wondered. //how did I manage to give up Pira// Prue had seen her daughter only twice in person, since she had gone to live with her aunts.
Both times Pira had been shy, reserved, hadn't recognised Prue that well. That hurt. She wished she could be with her daughter; help her along the road through childhood.
Instead she could only watch, helpless to comfort her when she was upset, congratulate her for achievements, all the things a normal mother would do.
She got only one day a year to act like a mother to her child. And that really hurt. Sure she could SEE everything Pira did, but it wasn't the same. She longed to wrap her arms around her daughter each day.
Each and every day of the year she damned the Elders. It may have been her own decision to help them, although that meant giving up her child. But they could have allowed her more than that single day a year.
Prue couldn't even confront them about it. Knowing how the Elders could be when crossed, she was sure they wouldn't hesitate to take even that day away from her.
So she had to stay here, watching other people bring up her child. Watching her daughter from afar. She knew Pira was happy most of the time, but also that at times she wished for a mommy and daddy of her own. This hurt more than the pain of giving Pira up.
That the child wanted parents made her feel so guilty. She was failing her only child. She brushed those thoughts away. No, it wasn't her fault. She had no choice.
Of course the Elders had pretended she had. But it would have made no difference. They would have taken the child at birth if she hadn't agreed. At least the way things were she had had one year with her child. And her precious once a year visits.
And of course she had Andy. Andy. She loved him with all her heart. Always had, although she had never fully realised it until he died. But now they were together. They shared their pain. Shared the knowledge that their only child was growing up without her true parents.
She knew how Pira must feel. Prue too had grown up without her parents. Although it was arguable that it had been worse for her, she had known her mother for much longer than Pira, had had more time to love her, and then one day it was gone. And she knew that her father was alive, but that he didn't want to be with them.
Prue didn't believe this. At least she had not had to live with glimpses of what their life would be like with her parents. Not like Pira did. The child, although only three was mature for her age. She understood who Prue was, and why she could not be around all the time.
But the child didn't fully trust this. She didn't recognise the woman who came to visit on her birthdays as her mother. Her aunts were her mothers to her, at least in actions, although not by name.
Maybe when she was older, she would understand. She would probably be angrier then. Want her mother to stay, not to leave at the end of that day. She might demand WHY she should recognise this person, who was hardly ever here for her as her mother.
Prue knew that these problems could arise. Her child was so like her, and she knew that that was how she herself would react. And Pira would be correct in doing so. Prue was only her mother in that she had given birth to the child, and loved the child with the love only a mother could give. Her sisters were the ones who did everything that people thought of as entailing a mother.
She pondered the question she had asked herself earlier. How did she give up her daughter? Because her love for her was so great. She knew the child would grow up, as happy as any child could be. With her family. And if problems arose, they could be solved through love.
Prue knew that Pira would know how much she was loved. Piper would be sure to explain it. She would make the girl understand that her mother loved her, and although she wasn't always around in person, she would always be watching over her daughter.
Prue smiled. It hurt to admit it. But Pira would be fine without her. Would grow up into a fine young woman, and witch. Would play the cards that destiny had dealt her. And Prue would be watching it all.
Authors note: Well what do you think? Please review. Oh and unfortunately I have to go to school next week, so I wont be able to update so fast :( I wish I could, but I probably wont have time. I'll still try to update as often as possible. Oh and thanks to everyone who has reviewed this, I hope you will keep reading. Yes, this chapter is short, but it was going to get very repetitive if I kept going