my mother never spoke again in his presence, nor did she meet his eyes..til we too learned to be silent, to live as though he had never returned, that this was no longer the father we loved.
And sometimes she said he must have wondered which had been the better way to die.
my mother never spoke again in his presence, nor did she meet his eyes..til we too learned to be silent, to live as though he had never returned, that this was no longer the father we loved.
And sometimes she said he must have wondered which had been the better way to die.
@lucympowell.bsky.social reaching for the magic money tree! So much for not being overtly oppositional 🙄
@lucympowell.bsky.social reaching for the magic money tree! So much for not being overtly oppositional 🙄