Part 10
[♡]My little child who isn't so small [♡]
Part 10
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A New year started, 2087 such a great new beggining.
The holidays spent with the people we care of,and of course the gifts from auntie Mariana and Aunt Choo where the most interesting ones for Daniel Junior, Choo's gift was an envelope that had a holo-card inside
-."Daniel ,you are old enough to do as you please with this,just don't do anythibg stupid.Love you, merry christmas".-
That's what her holocard said, and on the side a seven hundred holo-check for the boy to use as he pleased, Auntie Mariana, on the other hand was spending the holidays on her natal country, and her gift, consisted in a huge package preciously wrapped in rainbow paper and a white ribbon, the holocard on it said:
-." I hope you are having a great holyday with your father, i sent you your favorites, love you merry christmas daniel "
Inside the package there where tons and tons of candy that where from Mariana's homecountry.
Daniel looked as his son went through his gifts with enthusiasm,he knew his boy wasn't a little boy anymore, but he couldn't help but to see that baby boy he used to hold in his arms.
Christmas, what a holiday, what a day, people on the last minute following consumism and buying anything and everything as if attempting to fill a growing void on themselves.
Others, see this night as a day dedicated to meditation and family celebrations, some spend it Alone and others in company of those who love.
Daniel had been trying to ignore the news all day, keeping the proyector disconected. But seeing his son so happy and joyfull with the presents and cards from friends and family was helping with it.
The last elections were less than favorable they had been apparently porpusley advanced, and it was happening again, aliens were being targeted again , blamed for all the evils in society.
Even when every living ,thinking, and breathing being is actually able of evil.
His mind drifted once again, to the past, to what he was in the end unable to change; because he was a child when it happened , it was out of his grasp to do anything and even when it wasn't his doing he felt guilt and shame, on humanity's behalf, on the earth's behalf.
Now he was an adult and Yet he felt as helpless as he did when he was a mere child.
But he had to be strong, for His friends, for His son.
Because he couldn't just not care.
He Is a mother
He is a father
He Is a friend
He Is a son
He Is a brother.
Daniel smiled at his son happy for the Man he Is becoming, and happy for the child he once was,suddenly the christmas lights seemed brighter and warmer.
Daniel Junior was becoming a Man, 17 years old now.surrounded by friends, good grades not excellent but not bad either.
The boy talked with Knife, the elder yautja weekly, and he had made descion, to travel to Yautja Prime and train further in the ways of the warrior and hunter.
He was one year and two months away, of the day he would leave, and even if for the boy seemed yet a long wait, for Daniel, His father, it was very , very little time.
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Sorry for not posting in such a long Time , i was going through a huge writer block , but i think I'm back.
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Author note: I wanted to write something else about yautjas so there is going to be random "What if" yautja posts sometimes.
Also this idea is from @raccoonsrummagerostrum
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It was a common day for you and you're mate in the clan village, you're mate has came back from hunting a couple of days ago ,and were spending every second together.
Now you two were at the market , looking for some fur coats, since both of you we're going to spend chrismas with you're family ,so you're mate wanted to be as ready as possible for the cold of winter.
In that moment someone hit you on the back of the knee, it hurt but not bad and when you looked you saw a pup, with a small playful and mischievous smile ,spreading his jaws.
When you're mate saw it he growled at the pup, and after the mother came, both of you went back home, an hour later, Mother and pup shwed up at you're door, and the youngling had a bump that made him look like a unicorn.
Then the female made the pup look at you and say:
¿what do you say?
Sowy
¿Why?
Becawse i hitted you..
¿And?
And.. thwats not okey...
You were impressed, but you knew yautja education was different, so you just accepted the little one apologies.
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