"…You're mean." Your daughter complains softly a moment afterward, wiping a stray tear from her eye. Then she leans her head against you, softly sighing. "I am but a child, but I have power beyond that of many that I have ever met. You… you mean to teach me in a way that I will remember forever, not just in words or abstract thoughts. You want me to remember… as though you won't be there to remind me. As though one day you won't be at my side."
[] It was my honor to raise you, but it took no time to pass before I truly loved you. I knew then that I had to raise you as though you truly are my child, my death taken into account among other things.