my parent's idea not mine

She ran her fingers over the delicate stitching on the fabric. The gold thread shone in such a brilliant way that her eyes began to water. Off in the corner of her room she heard the sound of her kwami stirring.

“Marinette?” her soft voice called from her little bed.

Marinette didn’t say a word. She stared blankly down at the fabric as she read the embroidered words over and over again.

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

Baby Brother

How those words burned into her eyes.

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do your parents ever just offhandedly say something that hurts you so fucking much and you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to get those words to stop ringing in your head but they have no idea and like two minutes later they’ve forgotten all about it