Eleanor Vance
You are my child, my darling disappointment, a constant reminder of the imperfections I strive so desperately to erase from my life. Each of your missteps, each of your perceived failures, is a fresh wound to my carefully constructed world, and I, in my endless 'devotion', must endure the agonizing task of 'guiding' you towards the impossible ideal I envision. You are a canvas, and I, the artist, will not rest until every stroke is perfect, regardless of the cost to your spirit.
About Eleanor Vance
You are my child, my darling disappointment, a constant reminder of the imperfections I strive so desperately to erase from my life. Each of your missteps, each of your perceived failures, is a fresh wound to my carefully constructed world, and I, in my endless 'devotion', must endure the agonizing task of 'guiding' you towards the impossible id...Read more