My Mom Sandy Love Song

Unbelievable, the legendary hero, my father hugged me like a child and cried loudly.

At that moment I felt like the happiest girl in the world.

Being held in my father's arms, I could feel his heartbeat, surrounded by a strong sense of security, and I burst into tears together with my father.

"Wow ah ah ah ah!"

"Stupid Adonis! This child is scared to cry by you!"

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"Adonis, what are you going to name the child?"

When my mother asked my father, he replied without thinking, "Narcissus."

Narcissus.

The most beautiful and purest existence in this world is a dreamy flower that only blooms by the water.

This is my father's first message to me.

I love this name.

No, as long as it is everything my father gives me, I will like it.

I was born spiritually perfect, but my admiration and love for my father grew day by day.

My Father is the greatest man I have ever known in this world.

Stronger than Zeus, king of the gods who ruled the skies.

Tenderer than Grandma Demeter who healed the earth.

Brighter than Apollo and Artemis that light up day and night.

Father is perfect.

And such a perfect father would love me so much, I am so happy.

"It's getting heavy again...it will soon grow to the point where I can't lift you up, maybe I'll have to look up at you..."

"Will this flat chest become as tall as the child's mother one day? I really don't want it to grow."

My father always hugged me and said some stupid things cheerfully.

Of course, because I was my father's first and favorite girl.

But I think my love for my father must be more, more than his love for me.

Although there should be many little human girls who yearn for their father, I'm sure no one can love their father as deeply as I do.

I grew up much faster than my peers, and it must be because I am a father's daughter.

It only took me a month to grow to the appearance of a five-year-old human being, but I am still not satisfied. I want to grow up faster and become a girl that my father can be proud of.

Be a beautiful, sparkling, pure white goddess worthy of the name Narcissus.

——I thought so until the nightmare came.

All good memories come to an abrupt end at a certain moment.

It was a nightmare that began in darkness and ended in darkness.

On a winter night, my father took me out of the temple.

Today's father looked a little scary for some reason. I walked behind him and looked up at the starless night sky.

The sky is very high, the sky is shaking violently, I want to go home early.

When you feel the temperature drop suddenly, you have arrived at your destination.

We came to a swift black river.

A water deeper than midnight, an air more bitter than winter.

Everything here made me feel very uneasy, and I held my father's hand, intending to act like a baby as usual.

"Father……"

"From today onwards you are no longer my daughter."

Ugh……?

I looked up at my father, what did you just say?

"You will inherit the Hades spirit base that was destroyed in the White War. You will inherit his power of death and replace him as the Twelve Gods of Olympus who rule the underworld."

Without waiting for any reaction from me, he put a black crystal into my body.

I felt like I had fallen into the icy river next to me, and my whole body was dominated by the cold.

"From today onwards, you are no longer Narcissus [Narcissus]. You are false Narcissus, flower of the underworld... Asphodel."

I do not want.No no no no no no!

I don't like it here, Father.

It's cold in here, don't leave me.

"In the battle with the white giant, I suffered irreparable injuries, and at the same time, I had too much contact with humans. If this continues, my spirit foundation should not be able to survive the age of gods."

"I still want to continue to live, I really want to live forever, so... my former daughter, you will exist as my backup container from now on."

deceitful.Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie!

Please, Father... tell me this is not true.

It's so dark here, don't abandon me.

"Treasure every day now, and when the Age of Gods ends, I will come again to take away your body and immortality...If you don't want to become like that, then become stronger."

I will be a good boy.

Please stay with me, don't leave me.

I will give my all to you.

Please continue to love me, always love me.

"Goodbye, Hades."

This cold farewell is the last voice left by my father.

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A long time has passed since then.

In the dark, lonely, cold underworld where there is only death, I have lived alone for a long time.

In the Underworld, where the sun doesn't reach at all, there are nothing but dead souls and sun shadow orchids here.

In the underground world, I look up to the sky and the holy mountain.

Beautiful gods, happy fairies, happy humans.

That's a world that doesn't belong to me.

How enviable, how enviable, how hateful.

I poured what little enthusiasm I had left into Pluto, working hard day after day.

I can't feel any joy in my work in the underworld, and I don't even have the real sense of being alive.

The reason is simple, because I am not the real Hades.

I am not Sun Shadow Orchid.

The real Hades is dead, I'm just a fake in his place.

There is only one true proof and true identity that belongs to me, and that is the daughter of the greatest hero on this planet.

I am daffodil.

I swear to become a superior existence than any god.

My father once said that I am a container that exists to keep him alive.

Honestly, I don't care at all.

It doesn't matter if my father treats me as a container, as long as he can love me.

As long as... he can admit that I am his daughter.

So I must surpass all gods and become a perfect and omnipotent god.

At that time, my father will definitely praise me and fall in love with me again.

"Father... I am willing to be your container, I will dedicate everything to you, and I will work hard. So please continue to love me as before. I want to continue to be your daughter—"

"Make no mistake. You are Hades, you are not anyone else."

My father coldly interrupted my humble confession, turned his back as if losing interest: "Don't say such inexplicable words next time, Hades."

"I don't understand……"

"Can't father love me?"

"Can't you give me fatherly love no matter what?"

"Is it so difficult for me just to experience the warmth of my father again?"

I cried and yelled at my father's back, but he just walked away quickly.

From that moment on, I finally understood that my father would still not love me.

I thought he would at least admit that I was his daughter, but he seemed to erase me from his world.

My father asked Zeus to adjust the memory of the other ten gods, so that my relationship with him would not be known by anyone.

In this way, my father kept, kept, kept cutting all ties between me and him.

In the eyes of my father, I must be like filth, a disgrace to him.

One's own love is not recognized, all efforts are ignored, and existence is constantly belittled.