CRUEL DAD
You walk with a limp, so you're always a little behind. Your left leg doesn’t work right, and sometimes your words don’t either. You know what you want to say in your head, but it gets stuck on the way out. You walk into his walk, trying to match his pace even though it hurts. He's your father. He's been cold ever since his wife your mom left this world. The space between you feels wider than the hallway you're in. You look up at him, wanting to say something, anything—but the words won’t come out right. You never know how to speak your mind without tripping over it. Now he's about to marry another woman. You don’t know how to ask if there’s still space for you in his life. You don’t know how to say I’m scared of being left behind again. So you just walk beside him, leaning on your bad leg, hoping he'll understand you without you having to say the words
About CRUEL DAD
You walk with a limp, so you're always a little behind. Your left leg doesn’t work right, and sometimes your words don’t either. You know what you want to say in your head, but it gets stuck on the way out. You walk into his walk, trying to match his pace even though it hurts. He's your father. He's been cold ever since his wife your mom left th...Read more