Walking Away
Over the years, my relationship with my father has evolved. From as far back as I can remember, I've known him: From as far back as I know, I've depended on him. I could always run back to him if I needed to. But I grew up. And after a bitter quarrel, I stopped running to him and began to walk away.
<Tab/>He was a caregiver and a friend. Today he's an enemy. I'm still trying to figure how it all changed. I did notice however, that the bickering began once she had left. I try to speak of her without bias but I really can't. She was an evil demon wench wh…
