I had to go to a funeral recently. I got dressed up in a tie and a blazxer. But, I sat outside out on the out-skirts. It was so crowded it didn’t men much. I felt secure being all demure. My dad, a best friend, was the solo speaker.
I’m not the one you invite to the plight, when you need someone to make it seem alright. I am a hermit, don’t you see? I cannot live up to the fantasy. of being brave, being calm helping others carry on. I’m just me. The last one in your call’s history.
Despite all that…. I am a Democrat. I came and I went. And I was stagnant as a daughter as a friend. It’s not the end but a beginning of solidarity. My thoughts are just swimming with words to say and others to decay, but I am nothing but a kid who still wants their dad’s affection and attention.
Honestly, life is completely fruitless if you do not talk to your parents once a day (if you have them). Mine are my rock. Different, but better than I could ever be. And I can guarantee that no one, , has a baby book like me.