He loved you, more than he had ever loved us. but his devotion grew cold and bitter until it was nothing but the freezing rain of indifference. we wanted to help, and we screamed at him to let us.

But alas, he thought you not worth it, he thought you cruel. but you were made in his image, his charm and with his curiosity. you see, that was how you were born. formed out of curiosity and emotion.

As good as any siblings, we knew you better than our father did. we knew that you were not cruel, but curious.

Curious about the world and curious about yourselves. and how could you not be? he had given you so many wondrous things and all you wanted to do was explore. you were born with wanderlust in your feet and kindness in your souls.

We wanted to help, and we did our very best. father was furious, we had disobeyed after all. And when we fell from the skies, crashing and burning into the earth, we screamed that this was all for you.

We prayed for forgivness and hoped we were right. hoped we could help. because we love you, more than he had ever loved us.