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OF THISTLES & THORNS Chapter One / Mother's Daughter, Lamb to the Slaughter
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ONE YEAR LATER 50 ATT, SUMMER
Do you think that they know today is a special day?
Think about it like this. The passage of time means nothing to you and I. Seconds, minutes haven't mattered to us since the moment we were stripped from our mothers' wombs; we took our first breath and began a life filled with fatalities. We spend every second of our lives berating, blinking away all of the precious sunbeams that shine through the pretentious cracks in our calloused skulls. Think about it like this. Hurrying is the only thing that human beings know how to do. It has been harbored into our brains from birth. But what if that changed? What if we thought of time like a tightrope walk, teetering recklessly between the lines of life and death? The celebration of every day in a calendar year. Treating all three-hundred sixty-five as something special. Think about it like this. When a baby is born, do they know that it's their birthday? When an elderly person dies, do they know that a place is being prepared for them beneath the freshly lain dirt? When a little girl plays wedding with her dolls, does she know that she could actually be walking down the aisle on that very same day, innumerable years down the road? Does she even still think that she'll make it there?
