Child sexual abuse, Fiction, Uncategorized

Dear Father – I dreamt of your funeral

Dear father I dreamt of your funeral. People cried. Sincere tears; wet and freely strewn down their faces. Their grief wasn’t quiet. The sounds of it reached me in sobs or in stories. Your name slipped from their lips like soft memories rising from the breath of the living. Everything good they ever saw in… Continue reading Dear Father – I dreamt of your funeral

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