If you guessed my mother finally broke down and called me you would be wrong.
My father did.
We didn't speak about my mom or why she has cut me and my brothers off.
He simply wanted to drop off an Easter basket. Not for both the girls but just for Lael. They barely acknowledge D.
He asked if Lael needed anything and we arranged for a time for him to come by.
At no point did he ask how I was doing.
I literally cried when I typed that sentence. He didn't care to even ask about me.
I am struggling friends. My head tells me to be strong but my heart is soft, therefore it's bruised easily.
And this too shall pass....I know this.
But damn I wish it would hurry already.
#tbt: friendship in the ethiopian countryside
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