[It's not the actions that makes her think of Osman. It's the pain he suffers. It's mirrored in Eponine. It's the poor choices and her determination not to listen. The hurt Kosem feels when she can't help Eponine.
Osman was a good man deep down. Others forced him on a path he would walk alone.]
He's suffering and surrounded by those that don't care for him. I hate what he's done. It's hurt me in a way that I can't put to words. He's still the child I raised though, still the same child I feed my milk, as I did my own children.
It's impossible for a mother to stop loving her child, no matter what he's done.
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Date: 2022-11-02 09:44 pm (UTC)[It's not the actions that makes her think of Osman. It's the pain he suffers. It's mirrored in Eponine. It's the poor choices and her determination not to listen. The hurt Kosem feels when she can't help Eponine.
Osman was a good man deep down. Others forced him on a path he would walk alone.]
He's suffering and surrounded by those that don't care for him. I hate what he's done. It's hurt me in a way that I can't put to words. He's still the child I raised though, still the same child I feed my milk, as I did my own children.
It's impossible for a mother to stop loving her child, no matter what he's done.