.:Fairytales:.Mother used to say that there is a hero in every single one of us. She used to say that we could all do great things. She would look at me, and say: Me and you, we are heroes. Back then, I didn't understand what that meant. Heroes? What nonsense. Heroes only exist in fairytales. Right now, though, I can comprehend the importance of her words. Is it because of our eyes, mother? I would ask. She would agree. Our eyes, mine and hers, they were identical, a striking blue like pale sapphires. Now I know it isn't because of our eyes. It is because I was the firstborn. But maybe she was right about heroes. I don't know. The one thing I know for sure is that there was definitely a hero inside of her. The woman who sacrificed her life for her husband and child, she was definitely a hero. I know the fight she put up. Her whole life, it was a fight, a struggle. I know. I've been told. Funny, that I only really knew my mother after she died. She was a great actress, that woman. She knew how to put
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