My Dad had many facets. If I only saw the ones that shined like diamonds…is that so wrong? I spent my tiny days laughing in his orbit, his aura was warm. I remember sun like the God Apollo , All eyes gazing on him, adoringly. Including my eyes. He already was ignoring Mom when I came along- was it her fault she did me wrong?

I know what it felt like when his gaze looked away/ a cold, freezing day nowhere to stay. Why didn’t she flee, and take me’

How can you run from a magnet? Even if you start out as strong as iron?