How exactly does one ask the woman who's taken care of him all his life just how she dealt with it, knowing he was not really her son?
"I - I'm not really sure what sort of questions to ask," Tristran admits, his voice low. "I suppose I always just assumed that ..." His voice trails off. That she didn't love him so much as tolerated his presence.
He unknowingly continues to wipe the same plate dry, his mind lost in thought.
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Date: 2007-08-23 10:43 pm (UTC)"I - I'm not really sure what sort of questions to ask," Tristran admits, his voice low. "I suppose I always just assumed that ..." His voice trails off. That she didn't love him so much as tolerated his presence.
He unknowingly continues to wipe the same plate dry, his mind lost in thought.