So disappointment isn't easily hidden. I can practically feel the regret. It showed in court seventeen years ago when you lied to protect your son over your daughter, it showed when you fought years and years to see your son rather than appreciating that you had a daughter that you could see whenever you wished. It shows now when you finally have a son thats all your's and.. well, forget it. I don't want to explain something that can be understood simply by watching and waiting for the emotional result. Maybe it's just me living with my eyes open bigger than my head but I feel some sort of blind side here.
Or maybe it's just another one of those moods..
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