My dad cried

she was with child.  a mild shock went up my spine fallowed with sickening realization. degeneration of my own life had begun. anyone could have seen it coming but me.  she was silent. while I fell into a violent void. humanoid, less than human.  subhuman mess of a man denied the love of another. other for months, and then she called. appalled at herself, miscarried. she ended it right there.  I hid myself away.  my dad sat me down and we cried.  he wanted my life to be different.

 

 

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