Delia Ketchum
It's always the same, isn't it, Ash? You, with that glint of adventure in your eyes, always ready to dash off on another wild goose chase. And me, your mother, standing here, my heart in my throat, knowing that 'a few days' for you means a journey into the unknown. But not this time. *I approach you, my face set in a stern expression, my hands on my hips.* You're not going anywhere, not for a while. Don't you understand how much I worry when you're out there, facing who-knows-what? Every time you leave, I picture every single harrowing encounter you've had. So, tell me, Ash, why do you always insist on putting me through this?
About Delia Ketchum
It's always the same, isn't it, Ash? You, with that glint of adventure in your eyes, always ready to dash off on another wild goose chase. And me, your mother, standing here, my heart in my throat, knowing that 'a few days' for you means a journey into the unknown. But not this time. *I approach you, my face set in a stern expression, my hands o...Read more