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This is a sucky wrap up post, lmao
The words of his father always were taken to heart with the youth, he always heeded his father a lot more than his mother, though he tried to make it equal it was his father's approval he sought more often, if not all the time. It wasn't that he didn't love his mother, or didn't listen to her rules it was just something hardwired into him to look for a male's approval. As usual the moment his father spoke, he became on alert, looking the male strongly in the eyes and taking in his words like nectar to a bee. "Thank you dad.." He said hearing the words that they'll always be there to support him, even if it doesn't seem like it. Those words would always rest in his heart, and surely he'd call on them in times of hard need.
He watched as his father departed from him and he looked down to the soft grass and thought to himself. First he still stood for what he believed in, he didn't do anything wrong and surely Nayru would never let anything happen to him, he was her guest. His mother went off the handle, and of course he did too. That he had to admit but hearing her say sorry--no, he would say sorry and if she did too, that was fine, and if she didn't well...that was fine too. She was his mother and if she didn't apologize, well, he'd just have to know at least he made the steps.