I feel like the last few days have been the hardest days, at least for me. I've spent the last few days urging you to not drink - for you, for your daughter. But I don't want you feeling like I'm harassing you for me - while your rages scare me, I'll deal with it. I don't want you to think I'm trying to change you, because I'm not. I fell for you, as a monster, with the shadow of kindness, and I love that you are changing, so long as you're doing it FOR YOU.
It tickles me when you grumble about my attire since I know where it stems from. Some days I pick it out just for you, some days for him; most days for me.
Today, it was for me, my swimsuit because I felt like a dip and then he started grumping around the house. He only ever asks for a braid, he never seeks my attention for his appearance. I enjoy helping you, even when the end appearance looks so young. I still look at that younger face, and then a glance at those aged and scarred eyes, and I see YOU.
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