<Snipped quote by Yatagarasu>
*Motions my fingers across my lips, then twists*
I'm not the same as the me who was around when your older siblings were born. The me who you're thinking is so great? He's dead. He's been dead for a long time. I'm just the remnants of his soul, given enough time to recover into a full one. Even my body is artificial, it's just the culmination of physical material bound to and shaped by that recovered soul. My very being is distinctly different than that past "me." That's why I can't figure out you and your siblings' biological makeup, because I don't really have any idea of my own. So I don't deserve your admiration for what I've done before; that wasn't the same me. The only thing
I've done that's worth respecting is raising you four, and trying to keep you all and your mother happy. Everything else means nothing.
My point is, that even though your mom is amazing, that doesn't make the rest of us awesome by association. We have to do our own things, pull our own weight, make our own achievements. That's what makes someone great, what they can do on their own. Yes, there's a point to collectivism, but that's for another time, and even then it's just circular. Groups are great because the individuals are great. Is our family great? Is it because all of us are, or only because you and your mom are? Or your siblings are? What makes our family so wonderful that everyone needs to know about us?