|prelude|
like mothers and daughters [sometimes] sons become their fathers. [sometimes] loveless parents create loveless partners. like the apple when it falls [sometimes] tears roll down through generations. long ended situations circulate and precipitate raining on new seeds. like water, blood carries memories and hydrates dying things. life is created, ended, and carried on, like nature, blood is the water of life. when raising a child, remember they're always watching. like a sponge, only able to release when squeezed and turned, so be careful what you pour out for them to carry. for your trauma will make them heavy. And only in the trial of twisting will the child ever release the weight.
now take a deep breath.