" Dear Diary,
Being in this town feels odd, and out of place compared to the hustle of Boston that I've grown accustomed to. Despite my longing for city life, there's one reason that anchors me to this town - my son. Giving him up was the hardest decision I've ever made, a sacrifice I made so he could have a chance at a better life. But as I drive through these unfamiliar streets, I can't shake this newfound urge to protect him, a maternal instinct that surges within me despite years of independence and self-reliance. It's something I never felt before, yet one that grows with each passing moment, compelling me to stay and watch over him, even if it means uprooting my life again.
As I think back on my decision to remain in Storybrooke, a part of me wants to resist the idea of settling down in a town that is so foreign to me. The mayor and I are not on the best of terms, fraught with tension and, a tangled web of resentment and regret.
[C] Perhaps, in some twisted way, I'm staying to defy Regina, to assert my presence in Henry's life despite her attempts to keep me away from him. The thought of her being angry and trying to push me out of the town fuels a rebellious streak within me, a desire to challenge her and reclaim my place as Henry's mother. Or maybe, buried beneath the layers of defiance, lies a genuine yearning to connect with my son, to bridge the gap that separates us forge a bond, and to be able to get to know who he truly is.
As I grapple with these emotions, one thing remains clear - my son's well-being is more important than anything. Whether I stay out of spite or genuine concern, I'm determined to be a presence in his life, to make sure that my son is looked after and doesn't get hurt.
As I fully decide on what to do with the road ahead, one thing becomes clear: my son is my anchor in this sea of uncertainty. I am not sure if I would even be happy here but this part of me wants to be with my son, to maybe make up for having given him up as a baby even if I knew he didn't end up like I did. I want to be there for him, to try and be a mother so he doesn't end up growing up the way I did.
until next time,
Emma Swan"
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Emma Swan's Diary
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