"Everything is going to change when he arrives,"
Mother said.
Hope shimmering in her eyes, like dawn's first
light.
I smiled, dreaming of a full house,
A father to fill the empty spaces,
A heart to share our joys and sorrows.
But surprise! He wore a mask we never glimpsed,
Not the father we envisioned,
But a storm brewing in our midst,
Each word he spoke a dagger to our hearts,
His true colors bleeding through the façade.
"It's going to be alright," Mother whispered,
tears glistening,
"Everything will be fine," a fragile promise.
"Is this to be our new reality?" I wondered,
These shades of hurt we never anticipated.
Yet in the shadows, I held on tight,
"All I need is Mother," I vowed softly,
For a Mother's love can fill the void,
She alone can make this house a home."
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Mind games
Poetry"Having high expectations and subsequently experiencing disappointment."
