Touray

Flashlights peer out all around me, and I’m spotted, so I think. “Here, Here I am,” I reluctantly shout. Then I notice that it wasn’t until she heard my voice that she recognized me. My gut turns from my accidental exposure. My mother fills up my space.  So we talk… 

As she walked away, I felt the covers sliding down my face. The light gleaming sharply made my eyes burn. “How long have I been under there anyway?” She leaves the door open. Pale light burns my bed and saturates my covers. I am exposed. I might as well just get up. 

Two feet on the floor the light follows me, to lunch with my dad. The light makes me speak. Sad, foolish, needy, I am maybe, but he takes his place again. He straightens up and gives us his speech. I see my father, my earthly father, performing the most fatherly duty. 

Approve or not to Approve that is the question? 

Green light and we advance… 

I’ve complained about my parents not being my parents. This weekend I see. My parents were just waiting on me to be a child so that they could father and mother me. I had access to this blessing all this time. It’s always been up to me. 

…He will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers… Malachi 4:6 

Thank you God. 

 

 

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