As I’m on the final-final days of leave and the NY weather has been unseasonably mild, I decided to take my reading to the outside. I strolled to my favorite park, just across the street from home, and chose a bench facing the river to perch. I perched because much of the bench remains wet …
It’s a tale in parallelism of two daughters: the dying 12 year-old daughter, beloved of her father and a woman rejected, including by her own father, losing her life source each day for 12 years. For as long as the little girl has been alive, this woman has been slowly dying.
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