Now I understand

Much as some of us fight it, our parents have a mystical hold over us, the power to affect our thoughts and emotions the way only they can. It's a bond that changes over time, but doesn't diminish, even if they're half a world away, or in another world entirely.
It's a power we never fully understand. We're left only to wonder that when our time comes, what kind of hold will we have on our children?