I, made a mistake. Gods make mistakes, I make mistakes, but never have I made one of this magnitude. I'm Hestia, and I was just doing my nightly schedule, unlighting hearths as the humans went to bed. When one woke up, I was used to pets, dogs, cats etc. Even a small kid wouldn't have been troublesome, but this was an adult.
I'm ashamed, I am now a mother, the Fates are cruel. I loved being an aunt, but I swore off motherhood. I'm a disgrace to my nieces, and myself. We were the maiden goddesses, and now, it is only them. I still tried to take care of my daughter.
She was a half-blood though, and with that come hardships I cannot prevent. So I took care of her, until she turned four, much longer than I should have, and a lot more work. I loved her, but gods cannot keep their children with them unless they are gods themself, and I'd stretched it long enough. So I searched for her father, a man named Sebastion Achille Miller, who is now married. Him and his wife have four kids, him and me, one, and I wish zero, but I do love my little Rosie.
Now it's been years since then, and I miss her. She lives in Maine now, and as much as gods can go anywhere, well...I'm not allowed to stay long in places. Unless they have a really great hearth, but they just have a small wood fire, so, the others would probably pick something up. Now on to, my sweet little Flower.