Talk:Inari/@comment-59.189.164.64-20150713150155/@comment-5426290-20151110144451

(Crazed laughter? The hell? You portrayed her as my mother, not some crazy mental person. That last sentence can best be stripped from this 'What do'.)

I turn and leave the room, seeing the Inari in the hall give me a warm smile. I walk to her and tell her what I saw, she blushed ever so lightly and told me that she was indeed my mother. We chat for a bit and talk about my youth without her. In the end I stay with her for a bit longer.

A week later I'm sitting on the wooden deck of her house, with her hugging my arm while my hand is stuffed in unmentionable places. It's been a good reunion.