Congratulations, you’ve been created. I hope you’re ready for everything that is locked and loaded for you. Do not worry too much, though, right now your mother is protecting you to the best of her ability. When you get out, remember not to blame her, she was oh so young. Yet, despite her age, she currently dances through a field of “you won’t understand till you’re older”. Do you like the way she dances? Or do you think you could do better? We shall see in time.

Now you’re in the minor leagues! Things just got a bit harder for you, and a hell of a lot harder for your parents. You now have the ability to make decisions for yourself in a way. Granted you get yanked around against you will every five seconds. Why won’t they just let you do what you want? You don’t understand even after it hits you for the first time. You still do not get it even as the jagged shards of vigor slice through your mind! We will not blame you, though, you were only a child. “You didn’t know any better”.

Woah, you grew up fast. Don’t get ahead of yourself, however, you’re far away from being “grown up”. Your parents don’t yank you around nearly as much as they used to. Though, something seems odd now, but oh so familiar. You see you mother dancing, a wild dance with no sense to support it. What is she doing? You’re clueless. Then suddenly she stops, still and cold. Her face is grim and with a shallow turn, she looks at you. Her eyes are wide, glossed with tears, and heavy. Though, this only last for a moment, as her frown slowly morphs into a smile. She whispers she loves you as she slowly lifts her foot from the floor.

You’ve been silent over the years, what is wrong? Oh, she has been gone for quite some time now. Do you remember the way she used to dance? She was beautiful. You dance a lot like her you know, though I’m sure you do not see it. You’ve been fortunate to not share her fate. I watched you the other day, the way you dealt with that situation. You knew how risky that could have been. Yet you pranced right through it without fear. She would have been proud of you.

You luck seems to be running out. I can tell, you seem stressed. Are you aware now of the risk and rewards system? Good, because it only gets worse from here. I want you to think back to the things you’ve never seen but have felt. Remember the way it felt? Do you remember the stories? The tales involving you? Do you? Or has the ringing in your ears grown worse since high school? Regardless, you’re her blood. You will figure it out.

Days are growing dark for you. You seem torn up, broken. The option is there you know. You know the dance, the moves to make, when to shake, and when to stop. Yet, through your damn near flawless form, you’ve still managed to end up like this. What did I tell you? Luck is a factor that is fickle. The storm is rolling in now, champagne, gasoline, and most things in between. Can you get it right this time? Ignore all your mistakes and perform as if it was your last chance? Do not look at me like that! I was here for you, and you knew all the moves! You’ve made this choice. I love you...tell her I said hello. You smiled at me as you lifted your foot from the floor. Now I’m the one dancing like you. Our lives are like minefields, reckless, without organization, or control. No matter how well we know the dance.