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1. PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT POST SPOILERS.
2. Don't be rude toward the artists, their work, or other readers.
3. Disagreements are fine, insults are not.
4. Joking at the fairy tales silly nature is fine, crude jokes and comments are not. This is an all-ages site. Let's keep it that way.
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↓ Transcript
Panel 1: Mother is shocked.
Panel 2: The ghost of her son looks up at her. Ghost: If you don't stop, I won't be able to get to sleep in my coffin. Look, my shroud is all wet from the tears you've been shedding on it.
Panel 3: Mother is horrified.
Panel 4: The ghost disappears.
Panel 5: Mother is on her knees, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Panel 2: The ghost of her son looks up at her. Ghost: If you don't stop, I won't be able to get to sleep in my coffin. Look, my shroud is all wet from the tears you've been shedding on it.
Panel 3: Mother is horrified.
Panel 4: The ghost disappears.
Panel 5: Mother is on her knees, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Again she knelt in prayer,
And only asked of heaven its aid
Her heavy lot to bear.
:’(
Now we come to what has to be the most depressing part of the story.
In some ways I always thought that was the worst part of the story. What else is a mother going to do but cry for her dead child? To discover that her sorrow is somehow hurting her child in the next life seems horrible. Now she has to swallow her grief and keep it locked inside.
The story is vague on how much time passed, though. It could have been days, weeks, maybe even a year?
Well, she might… y’know… just get on with her life with what she has remaining. That’d be the sensible thing to do, but she seems exceptionally short on that particular virtue. Emotional slavery is a most pathetic fate.
holey fffuuuuuu….
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omg!!! D,x I’m not even a mother and all I can think of is if this happened to my baby brother D,: not cool man!!!
but your art is amazing as always
Such a sad, poigant but moving story. And beautifully drawn too.