I see you, I know you, and I love you, my wilful, wayward girl. No matter what your father says, there’s nothing wrong with who you are. You aren’t too wild. You aren’t too bold. You aren’t too loud. You’re just right. It’s his world that’s wrong—it isn’t ready for you. I pray to the gods and the fae Lords and Ladies that you’ll find a place where they are. Mama
