I gave you a chance to live, to experience, yet I feel guilty knowing I can’t give you the life you deserve. Is a chance to live enough, or should I have left you in your comfortable seed—untouched, dead?

It was as if you turned away from the very light you were given.… yet I could almost taste the sun in you.

And yet, I nourished you with the guarded secrets of my own recipes…

I just wanted to see the spark in their eyes...