I stare at Molly, feeling... a little lost, actually. Not lost about the fact that I have a daughter now. No, that is the one piece that feels so strong and sure, that makes my heart soar with happiness. I have a little girl now, and I'll love her and raise her well, but not spoil her too much. It would be a bad thing to spoil her too much — pays in smiles in the short-term, but sets you back in the long-term.
And with that happiness comes other emotions. Fear, obviously. This is not the kind of city that I would have wanted to raise a child in. It's too unpredictable, too dangerous. Even if not many people die from the crazy things that happen here, they leave their mark in other ways. There are people who are a lot more afraid day to day after being here, or people who have given up on finding a regular order. I don't want my daughter to become one of those complacent people like the natives.
There are things that are strange about Darrow that I must raise her to consider strange.
But what makes me lost now is wondering how I should approach Molly now. She seems happy, she's almost glowing with it. And with the both of us so happy, normally I might ask if she wants to go out and celebrate, or have a nice dinner. But that's the motherly side of me, isn't it? And the relationship is a little more complicated now. I must give her the space. This is why we're here in the first place.
"And I hope you'll be happy, too. If there's ever anything that's on your mind, you know you can still come to me," I tell her softly, before I smile. "But right now, I'm guessing you might want to go out and treat yourself to something nice. Celebrate a little."
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And with that happiness comes other emotions. Fear, obviously. This is not the kind of city that I would have wanted to raise a child in. It's too unpredictable, too dangerous. Even if not many people die from the crazy things that happen here, they leave their mark in other ways. There are people who are a lot more afraid day to day after being here, or people who have given up on finding a regular order. I don't want my daughter to become one of those complacent people like the natives.
There are things that are strange about Darrow that I must raise her to consider strange.
But what makes me lost now is wondering how I should approach Molly now. She seems happy, she's almost glowing with it. And with the both of us so happy, normally I might ask if she wants to go out and celebrate, or have a nice dinner. But that's the motherly side of me, isn't it? And the relationship is a little more complicated now. I must give her the space. This is why we're here in the first place.
"And I hope you'll be happy, too. If there's ever anything that's on your mind, you know you can still come to me," I tell her softly, before I smile. "But right now, I'm guessing you might want to go out and treat yourself to something nice. Celebrate a little."