listening to home just makes me feel so. nostalgic. and homesick.
reminds me of papa sitting on the living room floor with me and az and playing the guitar for us. he only ever really played for us, or for mama, so it wasn't really a thing he was known for i think, but in /my/ opinion he was really good at it.
sometimes we'd be doing other stuff, sometimes we'd just sit there and listen or bother him and either ask him to play specific stuff/show us how to play (we were never really that good at it... but it was mostly just a thing we liked watching papa do, anyways). if we were really lucky, mama would sing, too, and we'd dance with her until we made ourselves dizzy.
papa stopped playing so much after we died. it always made me sad. he never knew (...at least. i don't /think/ he did.) but i would hang around the palace all the time when i was a ghost and i'd just sit there with him, hoping he'd play his guitar again. very rarely he would, but i could tell every time it just made him sadder.
i miss you papa. i miss you a lot. i'm sorry i never said anything then, i was just. i was scared of how you'd react, after everything. if it means anything, which. i dunno if it will. but. i forgive you. for everything you've ever done. i know why you did it. if there's anyone who would, it /would/ be me, wouldn't it?
i hope you can forgive me too. i understand if you don't. i love you so much, anyways. i really do. - chara dreemurr 💛