Ribbons paint the names of the changelings, the fae's purposefully lost children. Some families mourn the loss of their babe while others embrace their little bundle of mischief, full grown by many harsh summers of confusion and agony. This poor rainbow child left by the Fae for mere mortals to comprehend and raise.
Some question what happened to the babe that was supposed to be, but everyone knows to not utter the names of the dead.
I feel like it's less "If she loved you, she would have never done those things"
And more "If she listened, if she watched, if she stopped and payed attention to the pain, anguish, and destruction she caused.... And then cared at what she witnessed... She would have changed her response, fixed her wrongs, lay down the bridges and tape to begin repairs and made amends because she more than loves you. She values you."
Because I went 10 years not being heard, not being seen, watching destruction after destruction in a vicious cycle. And what finally broke it and made her realize her reaction to Me was the unintended backlash it had on my brother by destroying his DS instead of mine. The one time he and I swapped colors and I was blue and he was red.
You'd think it was the hole she punched into the wall. No. You'd think it was the glass lamp that lay broken just inches from me. No. Or the torn apart backpack. No
It was the DS of the wrong child destroyed. And she looked up and actually saw her destruction and me in the middle. She quietly bagged up the Ds. Put on shoes, picked me up out of the debris, and placed me in my room.
And quietly began cleaning her mess. Writing notes to teachers for homework I would not be completing that night. Fixing and organizing my binders and making emails for new papers I'll need to fill in the gaps for the teachers.
Dinner that night was the family Easter basket chocolates with tears and apologies.
The next day she was in therapy.
The following week I was in therapy.
She stayed in therapy far longer than I did but she didn't want to be done until she was certain she was never going to do that again. Because it scared her how reactionless I looked sitting there in the debris. How my expression radiated 'This too shall pass".
And to her credit, she never did that again to me and now asks me to repeat myself when I'm talking and feels it's very important that she hears. She now thanks us more for menial tasks. Plans a future with us in the picture with no intention to remove us from the equation until we're ready to be. She became my biggest voice and advocator in a school system that wanted to eat me alive and didn't allow them to. All because of my brother's ds not being put away in what was usually my color.
Shitty it took that, but I wouldn't trade it for the world.
things haven't been great
but i think they will be. eventually 🌻🌼🩷
Looks like Wattpad is having a NSFW purge. People are talking about it on r/wattpad and r/fanfiction. Anyone here use wattpad and notice? I wonder what the scale and criteria they are using is.
i'm sure people have sent you the answer 293 times already too but just in case, the water texture is a default photo filter on the tumblr photo editor!
WE HAVE A PHOTO EDITOR?
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