Maybelle's P. O. V
I remember having a very happy childhood. I spent all of my time with my loving mother, learning and playing with her. I don't remember exactly what we talked about, but I do remember this conversation.
"Mama?"
"Yes, dear"
"Where's Pa?"
"... I don't know, dear."
"But Angela and Maisey have Pas, so why don't I?"
"Because... Your Pa had to go away."
"Why did he have to go away? Was he a bad man, like the men outside The Drinkhouse? Did he call you names?"
"No, no. He was nothing like that. He was a gentle, kind man. He was just misunderstood. He would have loved to meet you."
"Is he dead?"
"Wh-What!? No, Maybelle! Don't ever say that!"
"Sorry, Mama. I didn't intend to hurt your feelings. I was just curious."
"I'll reassure you. You are as special as your father, and you will find him one day. I can't tell you why or how, but you will know when you're older."
"I'm special?"
"More special than all the stars combined."
"... Thank you."
Now, whenever I falter or fail at anything, I say to myself that "I am special," And that keeps me going. I know that I'm meant for something. And no matter what, I'm going to do it to make Pa happy.
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