The Place Father Kept Returning The place Father kept returning began just like any ordinary day. Before the light and darkness exchanged places, Mother made sure dinner was ready. She made sure Father had his favourite pieces of meat, seasoned…
The Day Father Had No Answer The day Father had no answer begins when Father is surrounded by other men. His peers. Men of respect. It could have been at the tavern, one of the men’s houses, or somewhere private…
The Man Behind Father The man behind Father arrives home at his usual time. His arrival is a quiet indicator that the day has ended, as the evening begins to dim the light. The man hasn’t said anything… but his…
The Child Who Watched The child who watched went to school every morning. They received above average grades. Not the smartest in the class. Not failing either. Just scoring enough to guarantee a place in the next grade the following…
The Apology That Stayed The apology that stayed began with silence. A silence so deep it felt as though the house was empty. Cold. Haunted. All you could hear were the birds outside and the neighbours’ dogs barking somewhere beyond…
The Love You Started Performing The love you started performing didn’t begin with celebrations. It began with a whole you. An authentic version of yourself who radiated confidence. Not the performance type of confidence you later built for the outside…
The First Time It Felt Normal The person you keep becoming quietly watches as you regret the same decisions. The same reactions. The same consequences. Almost as though someone else has been living your life without asking your permission. The…
The First Time You Knew The Truth You Already Knew began the first time you became silent. One moment you were happy. The next, you were in disbelief. And what separated those two versions of reality was not years. Not…
The First Time Ahh… The first time. Before it had a name. Before anyone called it Waiting For Permission. Do you remember that first moment? The curiosity that quietly filled every breath as the seconds passed. Maybe you were alone.…
The Version They Needed As the version they needed entered the room, the first thing you noticed was the noise. The rise and fall of voices. High pitch. Low pitch. Fast tempo. Slow tempo. The atmosphere slowly consuming the entire…
