When my father left I was seven. His sunglasses sat on the television for weeks after he was gone. All that time I hoped that he would come back for them and for me.
I'm grown now. Living alone I wanted something to take care of. I bought a jade plant. I've watered it and repotted it but its branches and heavy leaves still turn from me toward the sunlight and the open window.
submitted at 12:34am
22 June 2010