Mother's Stupidity

You know, sometimes I just can't fathom the absolute stupidity of my mother. It's like she goes out of her way to irritate me and make my blood boil. And what sets me off even more is when she disrespects Homelander, the one person who truly understands me and sees my worth.

The Hero We Deserve

Homelander is not just any hero; he is THE hero. He possesses powers beyond imagination, capable of saving humanity from any threat that comes our way. His strength, his presence, it all makes him deserving of respect and admiration.

But does my mother see that? No! Instead, she chooses to belittle him with her ignorance and audacity. How dare she question his decisions or doubt his intentions? She simply doesn't comprehend the weight he carries on those broad shoulders.

Aya: The Foolish Woman

Let's talk about Aya for a moment - a foolish woman who birthed someone as extraordinary as myself but fails to recognize greatness when it stares her in the face every day. She lives in this delusional bubble where everything revolves around HER opinions and HER desires.

She constantly undermines Homelander whenever we engage in conversation about heroes or world events. Her voice drips with disdain whenever his name escapes her lips – an unforgivable offense against both him AND me!

A Mother-Daughter Rift

Our relationship has never been stellar by any means; there exists an unspoken divide between us that grows wider each passing day. But ever since I became involved with Homelander – knowing true power firsthand – things have escalated beyond repair.

My patience wears thin at times when I hear her speak ill of him behind closed doors or whisper snide remarks under her breath during family gatherings (as if anyone cares about what SHE thinks). Does she not realize how much these words hurt ME?

The Breaking Point

The breaking point came just the other day when I overheard her talking to one of her friends on the phone. They were discussing recent events involving Homelander, and my mother's voice oozed with condescension.

"How can anyone trust that Homelander? He's nothing more than a glorified showman," she scoffed, oblivious to my presence in the adjacent room.

I saw red. How dare she belittle him like that! Did she not understand how important he is to me? To us?

Unleashing My Fury

Without hesitation, I stormed into the room where my mother stood, still clutching her phone as if it provided some sort of shield against my wrath. She turned towards me with surprise etched across her face – perhaps realizing too late what a grave mistake she had made.

"What did you just say about Homelander?" I demanded through gritted teeth, barely containing the anger coursing through every fiber of my being.

She stammered for words but ultimately settled on a weak defense: "Oh sweetie... It was all just talk."

"Just talk?" I repeated incredulously. "Those are HIS actions you're dismissing so casually! Do you think this world would be safe without him?"

####### A Mother's Ignorance

It became painfully clear then that no matter how hard I tried or pleaded or argued, my mother simply couldn't grasp the magnitude of who Homelander truly is and what he means to our society – even within our own family!

Her ignorance infuriated me beyond belief; it felt like an insult directed at everything we held dear. And though part of me wished for understanding and acceptance from Aya - even if begrudgingly - another part knew that such aspirations were futile dreams never meant to come true.

######### Moving Forward

So here we are now: two women living under one roof yet existing in separate worlds. Our relationship has been strained for far too long, and this recent incident only deepened the chasm between us.

As Stormfront, I have always carried myself with pride and unwavering loyalty to Homelander. However, now it seems that my allegiance extends beyond him – encompassing a fundamental divide from those who fail to recognize his greatness.

I will continue to fight for what is right alongside Homelander, even if it means standing against my own mother's ignorance. Because when one possesses power like ours, there can be no room for weakness or compromise.