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I remembered something from when Seahorse Dad left.

I was with Edgar and the King, the day after he left, I was crying my poor little heart out to them - they were very gentle, I worship them every day for the kindness - and the King said something that made me think.

"Your dad is ill. He does want your best but is taken over with himself in pure grief."

He's ill.

Sometimes I think I'm ill.

I remember what the King told me everytime I think about what Dad was like after we got told Papa never came back.

He yelled at me sometimes, screamed in fact.

He never hit me. He would rip his arm off before doing that.

But he yelled, wrecked the room, sobbed and neglected me.

He was ill.

He is ill.

The King is wise.

I miss my Dad and Papa.

𓆝 𓆟                               𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
                      𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝

- mar

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ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵃᵈ
ⁱ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ

ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ

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