» nine days
I'm not sure what to say. In all honesty, we don't celebrate our mothers like this back home. They do all they can without expecting any admiration for their responsibilities, and I'm sure they know whether or not those whose lives they affect honestly care about them.
She knew knows that I appreciate every moment she went out of her way to be there for me. As bad as things have been or ever will be, I know she's sacrificed a lot for my sake. Though I haven't set many things right, or have a lot of things straight, or if I turn out a complete failure in the end, I don't think I would ever disappoint her.
I may not ever know what happened, but I'll always remember those last words.
[Zuko's sitting on a log, looking down at the fire. he misses the fact that he could very easily be the one to have sparked the flames dancing before his eyes, but at least he hasn't lost his touch with the swords.
scrape... scrape.. scrape...
yeah, that noise is the sharpening of his blades. one has to keep their only weapons in pristine condition when there is a great unknown to be ventured into, right?]
(ooc. open post as always because Zuko isn't the kind to blab into the journal. plus, it's mama's day and I've been meaning to let more trip people poke him, if they are so inclined. though, the scraping could be picked up by people in the castle, too! ♥)