Daniel Park (neferu) wrote in monte_rpg, @ 2012-05-14 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event], [minilog], hermes, isis, osiris |
[Mother's Day came and went, but the weight of the holiday was still upon him. He'd spent Friday evening at a gift store, mulling over whether or not he should send his stepmother anything. While she had welcomed him into the family with open arms, he was still unsure about his place. He felt guilty when he looked at her, ashamed of how he had to be a constant reminder of an affair her husband had so long ago - and so he distanced himself a little since he'd started college, but he didn't want to alienate himself from the only real mother he'd ever known.
He picked out a card - simple, sweet and featuring painted flowers, and contemplated getting something for Isis. No, not Isis - Marilyn. He thought it over for a bit, weighing the options of marking this special day with some kind of trinket. Would she want anything? Would the gesture somehow be misconstrued? Was he even allowed to acknowledge her in this way? There were too many questions he couldn't answer with one hundred percent certainty and he didn't want to possibly hit a nerve with her, so he pushed that thought aside.
He spent Mother's Day evening, sitting at home talking to dead mothers. Listening to these women prattle on proudly about their children, share embarrassing stories and even talk about their own mothers made his thoughts wander to the woman that gave birth to him. Had she asked about him when his father was alive? Had she been updated about his life or did she just pretend he didn't exist? Did she ever regret the things she'd done? He'd gone to sleep feeling miserable and alone as a recently deceased grandmother stroked his hair.]
So ... everyone's covered in flowers? That's ... interesting. It took me fifteen minutes to get untangled from someone giving random flowery hugs to people. I don't seem to be growing anything myself, so I'm guessing this isn't contagious.
At least almost everyone smells good for once. Don't mind the dead kids tugging at your flowers, the girls are really excited.
[Filter: Nick]
Thanks again, Dr. Venkman, for your on-call ghost-busting. I owe you a drink after finals.