Well, quite a bit's happened in the last while.
First thing's first, everything's going rather smoothly regarding the baby. I can still fit in my clothes and armor... for now, at least... *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* tells me I'm not showing, though it... kind of feels like I am? In a way, I suppose... I mean, my tunics and armor feel only a little tighter around my belly...
Second, *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* and I moved houses. It's such a breath-taking place... there's a small lake nearby, and the garden looks amazing... The inside? Well, it's inside of course, but it looks just as beautiful...
Third... uh... what happened before *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* and I moved... Oh, right. I... got really mad, over learning of a little problem Dad has... and punched the wall... bloodied my knuckles, which they've since healed up... but I gave Dad a really bad scare.
Apparently, Dad's, uh... had quite a rough time growing up. That's all I'll say on that matter.
Dal's healed up nicely since that table incident, which is a good sign. At least... he seems to be doing very well... though he doesn't remember what happened at all. Which, that's to be expected, I think...
Ah... *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* also met Saqr, one of my adoptive brothers, before he and I moved houses. They seem to like each other well enough, which is a good sign...
The day before *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* and I moved houses, Dad... had a spot of trouble... This, I will only share because it's important. Dad was, uh... a slave, at one time... I've seen the scars on his back... on his wrists, too... His slaver came back for him...
I didn't even know what was going on until he told me... I could tell something was wrong, because he seemed even jumpier, more prone to mood swings... and it worried me when I saw... marks... on his neck.
Not THOSE kinds of marks!... Marks as though he'd taken a... a beating... strangled... the way he reacted when I asked him about the marks... the frightened look on his face... I can't bear it...
When he told me, Saqr was with me as well... We swore that we would end the problem before it got even worse... and... the problem ended the very next day, just a few hours before *a large, thick scratch covers what was once here* and I moved.
I was there to see the slaver's end... I even said something very specific to the Haradric culture, a saying Dad took the time to teach me... I won't write it here, I can't read or write Haradric yet, only speak it... yes, Dad's still teaching me, and it's coming along VERY nicely...
Anyway, after I uttered that statement... the slaver looked scared. Rightfully so. I damned his soul to be tortured for eternity, basically. Yes, the saying carries THAT MUCH WEIGHT in Haradric culture. It's... the only time I've had to use it, actually. I was told to only use it if I needed to, and considering the slaver... I knew it was necessary.
It was worth it, honestly.
I saw the final moments... and I felt good about it. Wish I could have landed that final blow, but... I left that to Dal. He wanted that honor more, so I let him... in return, he let me utter that saying to the slaver...
Anyway...
I also... found out that my mom didn't die from illness... Someone killed her. Who it was, I don't know. I... would have rather continued to believe my mom did die from illness... but, I suppose it's better now that I know the truth, though the knowledge that she's gone... it still hurts...
I'm... fairly sure I'm going to make a good mom... I kept Dad from... his problem. Believe me, he begged and begged for 'just one,' but I just kept saying 'no,' and... Well, I won't say what followed it, because a fellow friend of both Dad's and mine came in and Dad said... something fairly embarrassing.
Anyway, I should call it here... It's been quite a day, and there's more long days yet to come... I just know it.
