Taking a long, slow breath, Steve nodded slowly. "I certainly hope she is." Steve firmly believed in heaven, and if anyone had deserved a halo and a set of wings, it was his mother, who shoulda been sainted just for being able to deal with two rowdy boys who'd had way more bravado than common sense.
It had been a while since Steve had pulled his early memories out and thought about them; he had so many other, more pressing things to do, it was nice now to just relax and remember, and share things with her. "I did," he agreed. "It wasn't an easy life, and I sure as hell didn't help that. But she made sure I was happy, made sure..." he thought about telling her about some of the less pleasant aspects of his young years, but he never liked thinking about those events. This was one secret he was perfectly fine ignoring, and keeping to himself - for now, at least.
"Well, made sure I could take care of myself, knew right from wrong. Knew to respect women. She was a suffragette, so I come by my feminism honestly," he joked. One thing he didn't like about the future, was how everyone seemed to think that 'feminism' equated to women hating men and thinking they deserved more than men did. He'd met women like that even in his time, but the gap had been so wide back then it never would've been possible. He'd been pleased, proud even, of all the progress women had achieved - but feminism was a hot-button issue these days, and he'd been dismayed when he'd first heard people's opinions of it. Like so many other things from his time, while he'd slept it seemed to have morphed into something almost unrecognizable to him.
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It had been a while since Steve had pulled his early memories out and thought about them; he had so many other, more pressing things to do, it was nice now to just relax and remember, and share things with her. "I did," he agreed. "It wasn't an easy life, and I sure as hell didn't help that. But she made sure I was happy, made sure..." he thought about telling her about some of the less pleasant aspects of his young years, but he never liked thinking about those events. This was one secret he was perfectly fine ignoring, and keeping to himself - for now, at least.
"Well, made sure I could take care of myself, knew right from wrong. Knew to respect women. She was a suffragette, so I come by my feminism honestly," he joked. One thing he didn't like about the future, was how everyone seemed to think that 'feminism' equated to women hating men and thinking they deserved more than men did. He'd met women like that even in his time, but the gap had been so wide back then it never would've been possible. He'd been pleased, proud even, of all the progress women had achieved - but feminism was a hot-button issue these days, and he'd been dismayed when he'd first heard people's opinions of it. Like so many other things from his time, while he'd slept it seemed to have morphed into something almost unrecognizable to him.