Written History:
First edition: May 08, 2005
Author: Majin Dustin (Dustin Stevenson)
Rated: Unrated as of August 1st, 2005
Author Notes:
When Mother's Day rolled around this year, I was greatly depressed. On Valentines Day, 2002, we took her to the Hospital. My Grandmother had raised me since I was young, after my Mother died (A week after my Birth). Had she not, I most likely would have wound up in an Orphanage. She died a few days later. When I was younger I believed she was my Mother. So in school, for Mother's day, I would always make her something. When I was around eight, they told me she was my Grandmother, and about the fate of my Mother. I was too young to realize it at the time, but looking back, the fact that I stopped eating for about a week, aswell as stopped socializing with those around me, was a clear sign of my depression. A depression that would later be medically diagnosed, aswell as be the cause for several suicide attempts.
A few days after we took her in, we were at my Uncles, my Grandfather (Dad) and I. The phone rang at around 9:12, and I knew what it was. She had died. We had the funeral a few days later. Throughout it all, I could not cry, at all. It hurt far too much for mere emotions to be able to explicate. A few years later, around February (A time at which I always get a little bit depressed around), I suddenly broke down and cried for a few hours. During those two years, I changed alot. My Mother gave her life bringing me into this world, aware of the risk, she died so I could live. My Grandmother spent the last of her life showing me how to life, and was the most important person in the world to me. Over those two years, these are the things I thought about. It was foolish of me to attempt suicide those times I tried. It would have made their deaths meaningless.
When I was younger I did ALOT of things that now I regret and hate myself for. After she died, I re-evaluated my entire life up to that point, and I decided to change myself, because I fully realized that if I looked at myself from a different perspective, I would hate myself, and I did.
I was once told my life reminded my friend of Kamui's from X. I researched it, and yeah, it was familiar. Then I got into FMA, and everything changed. Not only was the series great, but I felt a personal connection with the characters. If I could have, I may have also made the mistake of trying to raise the dead, and I don't think anyone who reads this who has ever lost someone important wouldn't agree.
I believe Ed and Al feel the way about their Mother the same way I felt about my Grandmother. The looked at her as the most important person. A strong, yet kind and gentle Mother. Trisha Elric was that way, and she wanted the best for her children, like my Grandmother wanted the best for me. So, the night before Mother's Day, I was up as usual. Midnight rolled around and I had just finished reading some more FMA (I have seen the entire series and have read 47 Chapters (Which equates to around 12 or 13 volumes, I believe), and noticed it was Mother's Day. I decided to write a FMA Fanfic about Mother's Day. This is what came out of it. It's nothing great, but I hope everyone enjoys it.
P.S. As of this writing I have not decided if I will continue this or not. For now, please believe it is a one-shot. If I do decide to continue it, the next one may be from Al's perspective.
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY GRANDMOTHER. A woman who gave everything she had, including her life, to show me how to live my life.
Chapter Titles:
1: Mother's Day
2: Authors Notes