A Day In the Life of a Dhampir Mom
even dhampirs can be autistic
Harutyun Jr. was crying his lungs out as his mother Adrijana pushed him in the cart as they were walking the grocery store. To any onlooker she looked negligent and apathetic, letting her baby cry like that. But she had spent four hours getting him dressed, trying to find the right sensory fabric for him to not just tear off his body and run away. She had fed him three bottles of dhampir sang-formula, and so he was well-f...
