About five minutes into my drive home and two minutes of conversation with my sister, my breathing slowed. And not just slowed, but grew so shallow I could barely feel my lungs moving at all. Tears began to fill my eyes as slowly as the breath filled my body. (Or not filling, as it were.) I drove about ten more minutes in silence after that call dropped. Silence peppered only by the freeway drumming and my shallow, timid breaths. And as I pulled into a parking spot only a few moments ago it hit me... I have now been abandoned by two fathers in my life. Two. And as I sit here and type, aware of this truth, considering what this means for my life, I cry. And cry. My eyes filling quickly with those same tears earlier held back by my shallow, timid breaths.
And as I sit here searching for a thought to console myself, I decide that perhaps just acknowledging the truth is enough for now...
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