my dad
last night i dreamt that my mom and my little sister and i were sitting in a cafe in paris when suddenly i looked up and saw my estranged father standing on a plaza outside. he was sightseeing, i think. he didn't seem to be looking for us.
i didn't say anything because my parents haven't talked in years and i was afraid it would be a nasty scene. but then my sister said "oh my god" and i looked outside again and there was my mom. hugging my dad. fifteen years after their divorce. hugging him like you'd hug an old friend. it was a beautiful picture, like the ending to a movie.
then i went outside and tried to talk to him. and i got what i always get from him: an awkward, nervous exchange of pleasantries. i shouldn't have said anything. i should have just woken up during the hug.
i didn't say anything because my parents haven't talked in years and i was afraid it would be a nasty scene. but then my sister said "oh my god" and i looked outside again and there was my mom. hugging my dad. fifteen years after their divorce. hugging him like you'd hug an old friend. it was a beautiful picture, like the ending to a movie.
then i went outside and tried to talk to him. and i got what i always get from him: an awkward, nervous exchange of pleasantries. i shouldn't have said anything. i should have just woken up during the hug.
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