Thursday, January 13, 2011
this is what i think when my daughter cries, holding her breath as she pushes that emotion down as deep as it will go, when i announce to her that i am too unwell to attend the plans for that day.
this is not a slight of her character, just the evidence of the burden she bares at seeing me, watching my face droop with the pain, i am feeling that moment.
i close my eyes and concentrate on breathing, but in between each breath i can hear the hushed voices, the tissues that wipe away tears and the footsteps that lighten around me.
this is a scene that i cannot rewrite.
Posted by Darlene at 3:02 PM