1/25/2014, 2:55 PM

by Avia

“I need a hug, Trist.” Trist picked me up and hugged me, my legs dangling since our spaceship had artificial gravity. When she pit me down, I asked her, “Is it true that you’re my mom?”
“Yes, Avia,” she said, stroking my hair. “It’s complicated, but you’re my daughter. And I love you. We’re going to start a new life somewhere else.”

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