Remix: Blessed Are the Forgetful (The True Beatitude Remix) [The Haitian, Elle, 100 Words, Rated PG, references to child abuse] by paperflowered
She's just a girl, he thinks. Her growth should have been straight and tall, shooting up from the ground like a strong, healthy tree. Here, trapped in this cage of steel and glass (a large cage, he knows, is still a cage), she won't grow so straight. Not with her father pushing her, bending her, twisting her so that her trunk will grow crooked, branches gnarling.
They bring him in to see her. He kneels over her, covers her frightened blue eyes with his wide palm. He hopes that his power, so often a punishment, will be a mercy instead.