Theme: Parenting

I dream. And when I dream, I see. I see myself, as I am, as I was, as I want to be, as I could have been, as I might be. And I see Amethyst, Amethyst as she is, in all her glory, her innocence, her maturity, her understanding, her childhood. I see Amethyst as I want her to be, as I imagine she might become. I see her smiling. I see her flying, arms stretched out over the horizon, embracing the world in her joy. That's what I want for her: joy. Boundless, endless, euphoric joy. Like any parent, I suppose; I want her to have what I never could.
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