Some people ask me why I feel the things I feel. I don't feel anything. I haven't felt anything for the last five years when my father left me and my mother. Perhaps the death wishes for my father have misled to you believe that I hated him. Well, I do not. In fact, I've admitted to myself several times that he was half of me- genetically. Let's say a child, maybe yours, was not given a cookie. You did not give your child a cookie because that child had supposedly stolen a cookie previously. As much as you love that child, your child does not deserve a cookie. Why? Because of the child's actions. I know very well that I cannot give or deny a cookie to my father. Simply because there weren't any cookies to be given or denied.
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Luminescence
Short StoryAlina Price. Reality enthusiast. Noah Gray. Bubble boy with dreams. Them together? A failed experiment bound to occur.