I’m Not Made for Hauling Stone (or Carving It)

Then there was the time I spent with grandma Rainbows and grandpa Waterfall. They’re both stonemasons/sculptors and are really good at what they do. I got okay at laying blocks but never really had the artistic knack for sculptures and detail work. Plus, I’m not really that strong. It’s hard work hauling stone around. Brook did much better with them. Not only can she build a brick house, but she’s built like one too. Heh heh. Just so you know, Brook is a hulking brute. Same height as me but she’s got muscles like Aunts Thunder and Butterfly. Well, maybe…

Nobody Lies Better Than Mom

I enjoyed a lot of things. Working with my mother was fun as I got to interact with a lot of different people. I also had to go along with mom’s lie that “I had the sight” and was working with her to expand the potential of my visions. I’m okay at lying but I wouldn’t say it’s really my forte. And it makes me a little uncomfortable. Nonetheless, they were fun days and I got pretty decent at reading people and getting them to trust me. I was better at getting their trust when I was earnest rather than…