Chapter 22

So now I'm teaching Eve about nature versus nurture. Now why am I teaching her this? Because what everyone needs to know is who they are! If they don't know they will have doubts. A bit ago I decided I will teach her how to be happy! And humans are social animals so what makes them happy? Interactions! I will teach her many of my favorite quotes and she will be the most progressive person alive! As her teacher the thing that brings a smile to my face the most is all of her questions. Every time she is curious about something she will ask, she doesn't try to find it out herself or make assumptions! She is the ideal student! When she questions things I know she's listening and absorbing all of my knowledge!

"So, Eve, do you know what kind of person you are?"

"I am someone who will be the best hero and get all the girls!"

"That's a goal not a personality."

"Huh?"

"Who are you as a person?"

"Umm."

"Ok, just think about that. Next I will give you my favorite saying when it comes to family! A father is set, A dad is chosen."

"Where is this saying coming from? You were just talking about me, now we're talking about a dead man."

"We are going in whichever order I want. What do you think the saying means?"

"A father is set means you will always have a father. And a dad is chosen… might mean that if you try hard enough you can make your dad, like other men?"

"No."

"Well then what the h*ll does it mean!"

"It means that no matter what you will have a father, you may not like him but technically he gave the sperm to make you. But you get to choose who you look up to, you get to choose who you think of as your dad. It could be your uncle, your grandpa, or even the old man who gives you fruit for free. H*ll it doesn't even have to be a boy. It is who you see as your fatherly figure."

"Ok. A few things, could the dad be Miquel? Wouldn't it be a mom if it was a girl? And what is sperm?"

"It could be Miquel or it could be someone who has been helping you or keeping you out of harm's way, like against assassins. It could also be a man who has given you many things, or something you really like. Oh! I almost forgot I gave you magic! Didn't it. As for if it would be called mom, maybe whatever is the person's preference. Finally as for what sperm is… wait till you're older."

"So Miquel can be my dad?"

"Yes but I think there is a better option."

"Didn't you say it's what I feel is my dad?"

"Yes, I was just giving my input. You should think about adults in your life more before you bestow a title like dad on them. I ask you to wait a bit longer."

"Ok. Only if you tell me what sperm is."

"…it…so you…I don't really see like explaining it now."

"Fine Miquel is my dad."

"Fine! How are babies made?"

"By putting a kid in an oven. Boys are when the baby is fully cooked and girls are when they are undercooked."

"No."

"Why!?!?"

"That is so messed up."

"How?!"

"I will tell you when you turn 12."

"Fine! I will ask Miquel then!"

"Did he tell you about the cooking of baby's?"

"Yes!"

"Ok, good to know."

That conversation was full of flags. Father be damned! I just wanted to stop talking that whole time! Anyway I take to Eve a bit more about who people are and what defines a person. Straying far away from reproduction.

We had a bit of garden time and I had the chef make her some food. While both of us are eating, a guard walks in, he looks very nervous. He walks up to me and hands me a letter, then he runs out of the room. I walk away from Eve in case the letter does something horrible or explodes or something. I open the letter and all it says is the assassin was let go. Then it repeatedly stated that it was not the person who was carrying the mail's fault.

Now how do I feel? Does it matter? The guy got lucky, but if he comes back for Eve he's dead. If I see him again he's dead. If I hear about him again he's dead. Easy! It's solved now! So I walk Eve to the study again and teach her some more math! Because math rules!

Are weird and take time to learn. After teaching her more, I get her dinner and put her to bed. After I get my 4 hours of sleep, I am set on finishing the rocking horse! And it takes the whole rest of the night but I'm finished! And after I finish I realize the mess I have made every single day. I started brushing the saw dust under the bed after the first night, but today I realized that if Eve steps on it she might get a splinter. So… time to practice fire magic! Not. First, I don't have fire magic, second the smoke could harm Eve, lastly she could wake up and see me as an arsonist.

After a bit of once again pushing saw dust further under the bed. Eve wakes up, immediately I say.

"I got you a gift!"

"What."

"Are you excited?"

"I-IS IT MAGIC?"

"Nope!"

"Then why should I care?"

"I made it myself."

"Ok."

"It's… a rocking horse!

"Really?"

"Yep!"

"Does it do some kind of magic?"

"Nope!"

"Then can you toss it out?"

"Toss it out? I spent days on this working and working just so you could enjoy it! Could you at least ride it once so I can see you use it?"

"I'm not getting on that thing. I don't want to get splinters."