It used to be, Snow never thought about family. Not really. Her mother had loved her, while she was there, but those memories were fleeting and tinged with mourning. Her early memories with her sister were warm enough, but later events left her inclined to forget about Rose as much as was really possible. Her father had never cared enough to protect her, and her stepmother . . . well, that was another matter altogether.
There was rarley any occasion where she needed to think about it, though she and Rose had started to rebuild their friendship in recent years.
So when she looked down at her children sleeping in their cradles that night, after hours of labour to get the red-faced and near-translucent bundles before her, it was a nearly alien feeling that overcame her.
They were her children. Her family. She loved them undconditionally, she knew, no matter what they might turn out to be. She wished for her son to marry whoever he wished, and that he choose based on love, rather than what was considered right. She wished for her daughter to grow to be more beautiful than her, and find happiness independantly of her looks.
She had family.
It was an odd feeling, one that she hadn't realized she was missing until she had it.
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Date: 2005-07-24 05:53 am (UTC)It used to be, Snow never thought about family. Not really. Her mother had loved her, while she was there, but those memories were fleeting and tinged with mourning. Her early memories with her sister were warm enough, but later events left her inclined to forget about Rose as much as was really possible. Her father had never cared enough to protect her, and her stepmother . . . well, that was another matter altogether.
There was rarley any occasion where she needed to think about it, though she and Rose had started to rebuild their friendship in recent years.
So when she looked down at her children sleeping in their cradles that night, after hours of labour to get the red-faced and near-translucent bundles before her, it was a nearly alien feeling that overcame her.
They were her children. Her family. She loved them undconditionally, she knew, no matter what they might turn out to be. She wished for her son to marry whoever he wished, and that he choose based on love, rather than what was considered right. She wished for her daughter to grow to be more beautiful than her, and find happiness independantly of her looks.
She had family.
It was an odd feeling, one that she hadn't realized she was missing until she had it.
And she wouldn't trade it for anything.