˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𓍢ִ໋🌷/ “𝐈 𝐜𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝗼𝗼𝐝 𝐌𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫"

Mizu didn’t have a mother. Of course, she grew up with a mother (never Mama, ma, Mommy) Her mother never gave her kisses, or woke her up for school, didn’t even say ”I love you.”

It was tough love. That’s what she likes to believe. Maybe her mother never loved her. She doesn’t like to think about it too much.

She found a child. A year ago. Mizu took him in, despite her instincts to shun them away (just like her mother) she shakes those thoughts away often. She was still a samurai. God forbid she quits that job (The white men are still out there-)

For now though, she will be caring for her…Son (the word tastes weird on her tongue)

She doesn’t want to be like her Mother, she never aims to be like her mother. But…maybe she’d like being a mother…

”Yukio…?” she whispers gently, shaking the two year old awake. He huffs out in frustration (she didn’t know taking care of a toddler would be this much work) .ೃ࿐ 𓍢ִ໋🌷.•