The other daughter…

I’m the other daughter. I’m the one that didn’t happen to be born in the cocoon of a happy marriage as my other siblings and I underwent a much more complex developmental process. I’m the “awkward situation” we dare not discuss, subject to statements like “Oh I didn’t know he had a daughter this old”. […]

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99 cent love

His love was cheap Like a bright red sign that alluded to a great purchase only to leave you with a knockoff version of what you truly wanted He spoke of a love that he couldn’t show It was tender, caring and deceptive It was a love that lent it’s kindness to a soul in […]

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