Mother and Father

by Sam Tarkus

My memories drift back to my mother. In her middle years she had been a bar wench in a town in lands not unlike this harsh place. She had fought hard to earn respect from the bar patrons and is a strong willed Battle axe in her own beautiful way. She had met my father on a battlefield fighting side by side againts many foes. Their love was fierce and enduring. It endures still to this day but not in the mortal realm. Fate took my father from us when I was just a boy. After fathers death, mother carved out a home for us and eventually came to own the bar as her own. Those were memories I hold most dear.

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