Wendigo rising ✔️

42

With the pride, I had of my new space account I was able to move on with my life and I was able to go and enjoy the rest of society. I didn't have to feel like an outcast with candy. I didn't have to feel like an outcast with anyone else for that matter my son was growing older and wiser, even though now he is just eight years old and starting to get into other interest is very interesting to see where he is going to go with those interest. I don't know if some of them are still going to be job related like it is artwork, or if he's going to do something else with his life 10 years down the road. But I ended up inviting him to go stargazing one time.

as we were looking up at the stars, and we were looking at the different consolations, I found that my son was wondering about his mother for the first time not calling her evil mommy or anything like that, but actually asking, what would she like? And I just said she was a very displaced, young woman, emotionally who didn't know what she was up to at the time of her life. That being said, I was very sad to tell him that he came from an angry background, his origins came from anger, not from real love. He didn't seem to be phased by this. He thought that part was yucky still!

then he started rhyming off the constellations one after the other all 88 of them the big dipper two Cassio Peia. It was interesting to see where I was going to see where my son might had in the future. Then he ended up finding out about tattoos even though he was eight years old, had a tell him that those things were dangerous at the best of times, but he said that he wanted to design them and create them for people. That being said, I was very interested in what he had to say knew we had the stuff to be a tattoo artist. The talent has when he was younger he would draw pictures of his mother that I would keep burning when she was still haunting us. He kept asking about his mother what she was like. And I said well  she had her flaws, but she was a gentle woman! And I told him that, if everything went right, we probably would've been in jail and he would've been in foster care. Thank God for what had happened to me!   I guess things happen for a reason!