“I know, Mother. Yet everyone treats me as if I am an abomination. I respect the angels, I never mourned my father, though I cried for your pain every day when he insisted on working on that dreaded pile of metal. I also believe we have more important things to worry about than flying about the galaxies.”
“You are special, child. You’ve seen our past and you have learned from it. Your father… I loved him with everything I had, but all he did was break my heart every day.” She sighed and touched her forehead to mine. “You’ve never known him. He was never around and you had no connection to that man. All you remember is him hurting me.”
“Do you ever wish I’d been different?” I closed my eyes, afraid to be facing her when she answered in the affirmative.
“Adam, look at me,” she urged softl
