The Son's Plea
I am your bringer of life, I birthed you into this world, Kicking and screaming your face red and indignant. The love instant, I held you in my arms through my darkest times, you gave me hope, brought the light my reason to live to fight for all that was good, I will move mountains to make you happy. But there is one thing I cannot control, yet still every day you scream out in distress. Your pleas rip trenches into my scarred soul. My son my child. I have tried yet repeatedly fail alas, I cannot fix the internet.
Story #39 was pulled out of Drabble #2 by the request of the writer.