He tried to come get me. My father didn't want to leave me to the mercy of humans, but my mother didn't want me to be in contact with someone non-human, so she didn't let him. She tried to set him on fire. Repeatedly. He kept trying for five years, but... it just got to be too dangerous to make any more attempts. My mother knew all his peoples' weaknesses and made our yard a death trap for him.

And the confusing thing is, she didn't even want me. When someone same along and offered to adopt me, she was delighted. I don't... I don't understand it. I wish I did.