My little nibbling. Oh my sweet and spicy Cherub. Whatever shall I do with you. This child might have come from another womb. However, they are woven from the same fabric. It’s in the same style and pattern as I am. I worry about that sometimes, lol.
They are a tiny me and I see it, their mother sees it, everyone sees it. I mean shit, their mom can’t keep our names straight and they’re nothing alike.
Although they are their own person, I do have to say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Especially when the universe does it.
I am so grateful that they have had the resources that I didn’t so that they can grow and change into a person that I couldn’t be. Doing life raw dog is hard as fuck yo.
Cherub, I hope you know how proud I am of you kid. You’ve turned into one hell of a human and I couldn’t have asked for a better nibbling.
Traumatized Viridimere 