So that whole sea foam nonsense was how I actually got the crazy idea of wanting legs. Grandma told me that the only way to gain an "immortal" soul and have my spirit live on to enjoy the sea, I needed a man to fall so deeply in love with me that his soul will float into mine.
WHAT KIND OF GRANDMA TELLS HER GRANDKID SHE'LL NEVER BE HAPPY UNLESS SHE FINDS A MAN. THANKS, GRANDMA, FOR RUINING MY LIFE.
I think I'm still bitter about my death.
Anyways, loving Grandma ALSO told me about how I could never be loved by a human man because of my hideous fish tail - that humans are infatuated with these things called "legs." Ugh, Grandma, why'd you have to do that to me?
WHAT KIND OF GRANDMA TELLS HER GRANDKID SHE'LL NEVER BE HAPPY UNLESS SHE FINDS A MAN. THANKS, GRANDMA, FOR RUINING MY LIFE.
I think I'm still bitter about my death.
Anyways, loving Grandma ALSO told me about how I could never be loved by a human man because of my hideous fish tail - that humans are infatuated with these things called "legs." Ugh, Grandma, why'd you have to do that to me?