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The lies my mother told me shaped me like half dried clay.

"I don't know who your father is," she would say after I asked, braiding her long, dark hair and changing the subject as soon as she had the chance.  She always braided her hair when she lied, wrapping up it up in half truths and maybes and laters.

It wasn't until I was twenty-five when I learned the truth, there in the black and white photograph.  He held me, awkward and sad, as if he knew he wouldn't be a part of my life.  I couldn't see the color of his eyes, but I knew they were blue.  He looked so young, the beginning of his beginning.

We laugh about it now.  In a way, he did raise me.  Interview with a Vampire and Thelma and Louise and Ocean's Eleven and all the others play in my mind still.  

I wonder if he thinks about me, if his family knows the truth.  If he holds a black and white picture in his hands and braids his daughter's hair and thinks about the father he could have been.



12 comments:

  1. Your writing always inspires and always moves and never fails to amaze. :)

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  2. Thank you lovely <3 I felt a little silly with this one ;)

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  3. Hehe thank you!

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  4. Sad and very well-written. Man. You fiction writers take me on such a ride! ;) You and Vanessa... :) xoxo

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  5. This was so compelling. The braiding and lies woven together. Well done!

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  6. you make me want to write fiction. that is all.

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  7. all your pieces just MOVE me. Like they grab my hand or shoulder bump me, they are so good.


    TGIF.

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  8. I don't think this is weird or silly at all, I think it's beautiful :-)

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  9. I love this. Your words always suck me into the story and leave me wanting to know more. I want the Paul Harvey version...you know "the rest of the story"

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  10. This is haunting and beautiful. I love it! (Also, I <3 your TARDIS mug too...)

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