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Asclepius
(/æˈkliːpiəs/; Greek: ἈσκληπιόςAsklēpiós [asklɛːpiós]; Latin: Aesculapius) or Hepius is a hero and god of medicine in ancient Greek religion and mythology.
Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts.
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"Hey, are you a conditioned stimulus? Because you're making me drool!"
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"..Mum...I don't want to-"
"Bow! We need to thank the Gods for choosing you!" Your mother forced your head down and to bow at the statues within the temple ran by shamans.
It had been a natural occurance for you to visit the local temple with your mother. Even now that you've entered high school, your mother was still infatuated with the idea of you being the chosen one.
You now knew that this was your mother's way of coping with her emotions after her husband's death.
She loved him dearly.
She would tell you stories about him and her when they were younger.
Your father had big goals in life but he needed to start from somewhere to do so. He wanted to start his ownpharmacy and help people who can't afford to go to the hospital.
On the other end of the spectrum was your mother who didn't see her own potential. She was always held back from her weak lungs and she didn't have any confidence to do what others did.
Both of your parents had very different views on life.
Yet, they found one another and began their journey called love.
In fact, your father saved her from getting an asthma attack.
Your mother always pointed out that he was so quick to notice her symptoms, it was perhaps by luck that he knew before it would happen.
Not only that but he also knew when she was going in to labour.
"Thank you for giving my daughter such a powerful gift... we are truly thankful" peeking from where you bowed on the glossy wooden floor, you saw you mother bowing earnestly over and over again.
Sighing to yourself, being silent was the only choice to keep your mother happy.
You were just thankful that your high school life could be normal without everyone knowing how delusional your mum was.
The thought of having a normal life was just an arm's reach away.
