four.
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they cherish me.
they are my carers, of course they adore me, for i am the very spark of being that they invented. any inventor would be proud of it's subject merely breathing.
as a child, you depend on your guardian.
they are your protectors, they love you unconditionally and are constantly at call ; within an arms reach.
but it has been in my experience that as you grow older, time spent with your family is limited.
it is a sequence.
you talk to your father once he has finished his work calls. you do not interrupt.
he apologises soon after and you begin to speak once more before being interrupted by yet another buzz.
undoubtedly, we share amity, adoration and affection but that is frequently interrupted by daily life.
but i wish it was not.
for i do not want to be part of a ten year plan, i do not wish to be the next task to be checked off from the list of their lives.
i understand that they are trying and i have learned that that is enough.
