Perhaps that, at least, is true, but the matter of blame cannot be shifted.
Did you kneel beside Paul in the chapel? Did you hear him speak of a boyish longing for his mother and offer him the comfort of one who misses her sons?
Did you hold Alia’s little hands in the lake, and see your daughter in her all-seeing eyes? Mine own girl shares her gift of prophecy, her strangeness, her joy in the smallest wonders of life.
I cannot blame you for what I have done. They feel a different kind of pain, at my betrayal. I would not cower from it, or ask it to be forgiven.
[ the betrayal of a brother or sister can be forgiven, a peer or even a father can be understood, but a mother — a mother should never do what she has done this day. ]
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Did you kneel beside Paul in the chapel? Did you hear him speak of a boyish longing for his mother and offer him the comfort of one who misses her sons?
Did you hold Alia’s little hands in the lake, and see your daughter in her all-seeing eyes? Mine own girl shares her gift of prophecy, her strangeness, her joy in the smallest wonders of life.
I cannot blame you for what I have done. They feel a different kind of pain, at my betrayal. I would not cower from it, or ask it to be forgiven.
[ the betrayal of a brother or sister can be forgiven, a peer or even a father can be understood, but a mother — a mother should never do what she has done this day. ]