Feb 26, 2012

Father Out

Few minutes later holding a small suitcase father passes grandma’s ajar window on his way out of this yard and forever out of my life. Crunched up on the floor I am a caged puppy ready to wag my tail but sniffing a way out to freedom unable to make sense of my misery. In the days that follow the blue eyed man takes his place in mother’s bed, and I’m tossed in grandma’s hostile lap. My friends in the yard tell me that I have a new dad but mother does not answer any of my questions and grandma has turned into a full pledge Helen Keller. She's now more than ever deaf, mute and blind to my tears and agony. I cling to her with questions and the reply comes invariably in sign language finger lips  “shot the hell up” command.

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