When a lion cub is hungry, the lioness will stop at nothing to feed her baby. His hunger becomes her own and when it comes to satisfying that hunger there is no such thing as good enough. She will battle and slay any beast she has to, even if it means her own life, to put food on the table.
When a lion cub's fur is matted and mangy, a lioness will lick and clean her baby as if his coat is her own. Every flea and every knot she finds is an insult to her own pride. Remediation is not just an option, it's the only option.
When a lion cub eats meat that's been baking in the Saharan sun, because it's easier than making a kill, and is punished with disease, the only instinct that the lioness feels is to subdue that illness. For the next week, each watering hole looks tainted and every pound of prey's flesh must be cleared before it's good enough for her cub.
When a rival Pride threatens the safety of the lioness' cub or her ability to care for her family, she becomes an unstoppable force of nature. The fiercest predators; the gator, all big cats, any fool that thinks itself higher on the food chain should think twice rather than to dance with the lioness; claws extended, fire in her eyes and more importantly in her heart.
And when- in the most frightful of circumstances- in an open desert chasm between two sheer cliffs a cub sits on a narrow ledge; quivering, afraid, lost and without hope, it is the earth that should fear whatever is to come next, for that lioness sure as shit isn't going to sit at the top of the abyss, look down, and give up on her rescue efforts until her cub is safe by her side once again.
A parent's burden is their own to bear. It is not a choice. It surpasses the definition of a job or duty.
The cub's job is to recognize this and to seize the fire in its parents heart and to further itself. As of now that cub can only muster a whimper, hoping one day everyone will be able to hear him roar.
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