
Appa and Umma
Just rewatched the entire series one more time before Netflix removes it, and I genuinely don’t know what to do with myself now. This show has always felt like the warmest, safest, most comforting blanket to me. Finishing it again hit way harder than I expected. The ending may not have been exactly what I wanted, but seeing Appa and Umma walk back into that convenience store somehow felt right. Like at the end of it all, they were the heart of everything. They carried the show, carried those kids, carried that family.
I don’t know, I just feel strangely emotional because I love this show so much and now it feels like my comfort place is gone :(