We were out for lunch together today. And happiness seemed to be leaking out from them and onto the table and all over the food. It was seeping into my bones and making me human again.
More aptly, I was remembering daughterhood.
Funny, the things we do to cope. I think somewhere along the way, I'd stop thinking of my parents as parents. But as human beings, employer, just strangers. Just so I can get around hurtful mistakes.
Adult to adult, right?
So now I'm almost-daughter again. How am I going to tell them about June?
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