28 FebruaryPosted: August 10, 2011
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.