To those who are parents:
Before my daughter, Ẹlẹdàá, created her World of Drome, I created my world. Ẹlẹdàá was far more successful at creating life than I was. I was only able to form my mate, Osupa, and the world around us. I also lost my mother in the process. Ẹlẹdàá was more fortunate. I am able to see her world and share her experiences with her. I am able to guide her...to an extent. But my world...my world started small. My mother's world was large and spacious. There was air around us...and the ground below us. But it was limited to the area we were in. I didn't have a place for myself. She didn't have a place for herself. We slept under the darkness. When I decided to create a place for my mother and I, I took pieces of her world to create an enclosed space (people call them rooms now). I took soil from the ground and began to build and form our room. Once I had built one room, I felt like it was small and cramped; so I expanded the walls. The room became larger. Then I decided to add decorations to the room. Once I had added decorations to the room, the room was filled to the brim and I needed to expand the walls yet again. I made it larger. Then I decided to make a room for myself and a room for my mother, so I made a second room. But then, I thought we would need a room for both us to be in together; so a third room was built. That's how I lost her...my mother. I kept making rooms and expanding each room each time. My rooms became my world. I couldn't find my way out, and I guess she couldn't find her way in. My mother's world disappeared all together. Is her world still wrapped around mine? Did my world absorb her world? Does she watch me from where she is? My daughter's world is much larger than mine, but she has contained it. She never lost us. She has wrapped her world so that she can watch it and live in ours at the same time. But at night, I see her longing. I see that she wants to be a part of her world. She wants to leave. I can't imagine how my mother felt when she couldn't find me anymore. Maybe she let me leave. Maybe I never abandoned her. Is it still abandonment if your child asks to go? What will I say if she does? Ilanga (The Sun)
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