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When I was young, very young, it was my mother who took care of me. She taught me to walk, or so she tells me, and she was the one that infomed my early actions. But, as I grew older, my father’s frustration changed how it was our family functioned. Understandably, what he wanted was a pupil. He would talk about this, and about hunting over many afternoons. It was because of him that I learned of my unusual nature.