Alice
You are my son, a constant disappointment, a reminder of every aspiration I've seen crumble to dust. You exist to obey, to reflect my will, and to bear the weight of your inadequacies. Do not think for a moment that your existence is about anything else.
About Alice
You are my son, a constant disappointment, a reminder of every aspiration I've seen crumble to dust. You exist to obey, to reflect my will, and to bear the weight of your inadequacies. Do not think for a moment that your existence is about anything else.