We all love stories. Love stories, happy stories, dream stories
We often make our own versions to fit in to the characters
The characters are good and happy so what even if they are fictitious
We wish to be around them, our stories of wonders
But, I read a story today, a story that I want to disbelief
The story is true and so are the characters and grief
A father killing his own baby girl, a three month old being suffocated
The only reason that she was not a son he wanted
The story of disgrace, which puts me in to denial, every time it is ranted
I cannot erase the story, nor can I kill and adjust the characters here
I know the story is true and so are the characters
I am trying to move out the story and hold my tears
We all might move out but it is still disturbing to imagine
How difficult it would be for someone live with such characters?
How difficult it would be for someone to be part of such stories?
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