He tolerated my antics - if that isn't enough for sainthood, then the book needs to be rewritten. [ It's fond, enough to speak volumes about his admiration for his father, what's left that he'd like to share with another soul. Yes, this seems like a good starting line to let Erik in at.
Leaping aloft the ladder like he weighs barely a feather, Charles climbs toward one of the oldest books, its cover desaturated of colour and steadily frayed at its corners, but he focuses on the memory he wants, the spine's lettering now shining in gold leaf. ] Mum tried sometimes, but father was always the one closer to me. The distance from having to travel for work must have done it, made him want to try harder to give me a normal life, but she never knew what to do with me, not like he did.
[ Climbing back down, an understanding smile on his face while he holds the tome between his hands. ] Not her fault. In the end, we never did do right by each other. But Father was kind in many ways.
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Leaping aloft the ladder like he weighs barely a feather, Charles climbs toward one of the oldest books, its cover desaturated of colour and steadily frayed at its corners, but he focuses on the memory he wants, the spine's lettering now shining in gold leaf. ] Mum tried sometimes, but father was always the one closer to me. The distance from having to travel for work must have done it, made him want to try harder to give me a normal life, but she never knew what to do with me, not like he did.
[ Climbing back down, an understanding smile on his face while he holds the tome between his hands. ] Not her fault. In the end, we never did do right by each other. But Father was kind in many ways.