eighth_horizon

While every bump down the stairs, every flop of a febrile seizure, every arm held at a vomit-inducing unnatural angle leaves a scar on the parent that runs to their child's side, these are the marks that define us. Battle scars. Parents shape their children, yes. But children? Right back at you.

...and from a response above, dare we hope for...a happy ending? *retreats quickly to her happy place*