"We have lived far too long in oblivion. I do not wish to look back anymore. What my ancestors did was their own choice. What I will do is my own. We have come so far together. Month by month, the fetus who will carry our blood further will grow bigger. For me, this is nothing but another beginning.
My role in this had never been my choice earlier. But now it is my choice, and I am more than happy with it.
I am their father, and they are all my children. That is just how it is." Nancy read the lines of the journal.
So far, the only thing she couldn't understand was why the previous generations had to burn their ancestors and what led the Great Father not to. It was all very strange for her to understand. The journal's copy was a few pages left from being finished, and yet they hadn't been able to grasp much.
