Imagine creating something that was good. Imagine making
something that reflected you as an artist and loving it so much that you would
do anything to never depart from it.
No matter what happened, or how much it hurt you, you would find a way to let
your creation chose you because you wanted to be loved the way you knew was
right.
Imagine having your creation hate you. Imagine them never
acknowledging you and knowingly push you away for only seconds of what they
thought was happiness. You still love them and always will because they are
yours. You help them when you can, but you must let them learn most things for
themselves since they do not listen to your warnings. You see them suffer and
see them in anguish and you wish you could take the hurt from them and put it on
yourself. The only way you know to do this is to put all these bad things on
yourself. No matter what the costs, you will do this for your undeserving
children because you love so perfectly that you can’t imagine not dying for
them. You love them so much that you let them kill you so that they can at
least have the choice of being with you for eternity. You never consider being
separated from them because they are doomed without you. They need your love
and you enjoy their praise.
After years and years of disobedience they finally decide to
acknowledge you. They want to spend as much time with you as possible. How
happy are you? How can you describe that feeling? But what about the child who
never lets you in and you never see again. Do you just forget them? No, but
there’s nothing you can do. It’s their choice.
