Nov 23, 2006 14:35
Romany’s have so many traditions, and I wish I could say that I learned those traditions, learned to embrace them like a child clutches to her favourite child close to her body. Most of the traditions that I learned were at my grandmother’s knee, just like the spells, from her I learned the answers to the questions I never understood.
They lie the ones who spread the rumours about parents loving their children unconditionally. From my father, I was always seeking his approval, approval that upon reflection, I know was there, he was just too afraid of my mother, and did not show it, or his affection for me.
The greatest and most hurtful lesson(s) I learned came from my mother. I learned that love isn’t something you take for granted, and that members of one’s family might not love you, that you have no choice in the family in which you were born, yet all the teaching tell me the goddess does so few things randomly. From her, I learned hate, hate and envy and even the ends justify the means. She was cruel, vicious and well my list could go on and on. Instead of loving me, embracing the power that lie beneath me, she ridiculed me, manipulated me to achieve a power of her own.
To find myself, I embraced the tutelage of the clan, just to fit in, to find a place, and that lesson was my undoing.
Muse: Jenny Calendar
Fandom: Buffy
Word Count: 245