28 February

I decide to stop feeling sorry for myself. Perhaps my anger with Etcetra has less to do with my concern for her and more to do with what I think is my due from her.

It seems to me that our house is full of secrets, unshared thoughts and emotions. Even though we love each other a lot. Perhaps that is true of most houses, most families.

But maybe that needn’t be so. Maybe, it can change.

When I hand Ogre the flowers, she is taken aback.

Ogre: “My birthday is not for a few days now, Appi. Did you forget the date?”

Me: “No, I haven’t. These are just for you, just like that.”

She goes around with a silly grin for the rest of the day. After a long time, the worry lines are not creasing her face. Or mine.

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