Diary of a Madman's Son
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Meg. Will. Not. Stop. CRYING!
No matter how many times Mother holds her to her breasts, nor no matter how many times Father holds her tightly to his chest, Paine walks her outside, Yuna summons the demon of fire to warm her up (which, by the way the mutt seemed all scary and frightful at first, until Mother found a tiny spot behind his left ear which sent him into epileptic seizures of leg-kicking, panting, and even howling…), or Rikku uses a sparkly object to entertain her! She just won't stop crying! She makes me want to stuff her in a pillow case and smash her against the ground until she stops!
I told this urge to Father. I still have large, opened and bleeding wounds from our fight yesterday when his wrath of anger was let loose upon me. Father alone, with his strong, powerful physical and magic attacks is strong enough as it is- I have a hell of a time surviving his onslaughts when I actually anger him enough to receive one, but I was out all day after seeing some huge, chained beast breaking from its shackles and beating my face in. Mother did nothing to nurse my wounds when she heard what I said. The only one who showed any compassion whatsoever was Rikku, who apparently had an annoying sibling she wished she could beat to death, though, as she lectured me on while wrapping my bigger wounds, she would do no such thing because he was her brother and she loved him.
It seems Trommel has found something to keep the screaming brat temporarily quieted… she seems to enjoy staring at Grandfather's portrait… she just giggles and rubs the delicate oil-on-canvas picture before clapping and kicking her feet happily. Sergio is quiet, except for his grunts of anger and sadness when Lady Yuna's boyfriend's blitzball rolls out of his grasp, though the blonde boy just laughs with a smile and kicks it back to him. He sometimes knocks my little brother over with the force, but Sergio just lets out a loud "growling" bark and pushes himself up again to wobble on his bottom.
Mother is complaining about the little ones growing up so quickly and that I was a lot faster than them, though they were twins and knowing Mother's body, not formed correctly since there were two of them at the same time instead of just one.
I sat in bed with Mother and Father all day, listening to them tell me stories of their childhood. Today is their fifteenth anniversary.
Compelled to seek out others and get their sides of the stories, I've asked Paine, Trommel, other Guado, and even my parents directly to further elaborate on certain topics and points. I've compiled a little Biography of them…