I You want to know why they don’t call anymore, why they don't visit. Looking at you now, I remember the different expressions your eyes used to hold for us. Irritation. Anger. Disappointment. Now, those eyes carry weariness, and my heart hurts; not because you’re being treated unjustly, or even unfairly, but certainly unmercifully. I … Continue reading Fathers


Chosen – a short story

She flutters about, anxious and insecure, holding out her heart in beseeching hands. “Do you care about me? Will you validate my existence by seeing me? Will you validate my worth by choosing me?” Every door shuts. Every head turns away. She falters, eyes filling with tears. “They don't want me.” She sinks to the … Continue reading Chosen – a short story