From the first time I met you, I was smitten with your strong and beautiful self.

As a mother,

I'd be happy if my daughter grew up to be like you, and if my son had you as a bride my mind would be at ease.

......you don't understand, do you.

I don't get it.

Even without understanding, you can still play house, can't you.

My hatred purified and took a life of its own.

But, you see

The one thing left here is what's keeping me from being empty.