Daddy's gone

The only thing that hurts here is missing my family. They might not always deserve it but they are my blood and all my childhood memories. It's Christmas now and everything comes back so easily. I remember the night my father said he was going out, on the 24th, and I thought he'd be back in an hour or two.

He wasn't, he was gone for a week and didn't say a word about where he had been. I was little enough to forget about it but old enough to wonder if something was wrong. I guess I've known it for a long time but it's hard to admit that things aren't as perfect as you thought they were. Innocence was always made to die.


  1. Sometimes an experience's only purpose is to teach. Maybe this one's purpose is to teach forgiveness during the Holiday Season.

    Whether you forgive or not, here's wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year, Stephanie.

  2. I love these photos, so cinematic. And your writing. Amazing ;)