Midway thru a post last night, I was distracted by the calling of dinner. Halfheartedly trudged my way to the dining table and plonked myself down hard.
After the meal, I settled in the comforts of my bouncy sofa with a glass of cold milk in hand.
Daddy asked, “How’s your day.”
And that’s all it needed. To feel the stopper pressed right down my throat.
Amazingly, I managed to choke out a “It was okay.”
But daddy, I have so many things to share with you. And I’m sorry I don’t. I don’t want to worry your poor heart.
But I’m strong. I grew up to be a fine young girl. I am your daughter, for a damn good reason too.