There is a feeling of emotional safety in learning how to rely on myself, and so while I miss you without measure, this is what I needed to achieve.
Missing you was how I grew up, growth is painful for the most part. Yet when we learn these skills we are more than we were, taller and stronger for the struggle.
There was a time I was angry at the universe, to introduce us only to take you far away, yet I have found my peace with it. For in these days of missing you, I cannot entertain the idea of another. In this I have become as close to independent as it is for a soul such as myself to achieve. For this, though it is a challenge, I can have only gratitude.
All around the walls are pictures of Dad, of his champions and of us kids. Max is there too, grinning like an idiot. I close my eyes, letting my mind fill with his voice. I can hear him teasing me like he's just feet away; my mind fills with witty retorts he will never hear to these jibes he can never say. I want to call him softly to see if he can step out of the dusty frame, but this isn't Hogwarts and I'm no Hermione Granger...
Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.
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