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January 6, 2011
"It's not important," Dad said, then pointed at me. "You watch your mouth, mister."

Oh sure, I get in trouble for saying douchebag, but I've heard my dad mutter worse things under his breath while he was reading the newspaper. I wanted to stand up for myself, but more than that I wanted to hear what my mother had to say.

My mother. To look at the woman in front of us and remember the woman I first saw in armor and holding a sword and shield. How could this be my mother? How could this woman even be real?