Blood Out

[Ryummel]

Birthright

Came down to one of the very few refugee settlements across planet Houston for Bretonian citizens. It was a special day, my 30th birthday, and she surely deserved more than an explanation. She as in my mother, who flooded me with questions.

As I kept telling her about my misfortune among hispanics and related barbarians, her stern gestures seemed appeased when she asked about the diamond and I explained who was owning it at the moment. However, the gift I made to Nancy didn't really serve its original purpose ever since my whatever-ancestor began the tradition, but I chose not to explain mother that last part. For now, she would think I've found some stability, and maybe that would help me trick myself into thinking that too. Or maybe I should just stop beating about the bush as Silver has repeated over and over again? Bah...

Have to admit now, mother's birthday gift caught me totally off-guard. It was a data chip with software dating from the mid 600 A.S., something that together with the diamond had been passed to each generation. Wished father was there with us, after all.

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