The image of my sister running away in the pouring rain will not leave my mind. Neither will the thought of my mother darting past me without shoes on, even though her foot is messed up. Especially, Jay knealing down on his knees in a puddle, trying to comfort us. Or the cold wet feeling I felt all night, even after coming in from the rain.
Does he really care? Are we just assuming he doesn't because we aren't used to having a male character in our lives that cares?
Or is he lying. For my mother's sake.
Has my dad warped our minds into thinking it's impossible for someone to care about us? Or do people truly not care?
Will I ever be able to trust a man?
Does he really care? Are we just assuming he doesn't because we aren't used to having a male character in our lives that cares?
Or is he lying. For my mother's sake.
Has my dad warped our minds into thinking it's impossible for someone to care about us? Or do people truly not care?
Will I ever be able to trust a man?
