I wanted to be one of the boys because deep inside, I felt weak and small.
And being one of the boys made me feel powerful and strong.
And skateboarding and playing basketball and video games kept my mind busy.
So I was okay with that.
...
I had changed my name to MK since Marilyn was my mother's name and my second name Kathryn didn't suit me.
...
After that day, whenever dad looked at me, he would look at me with hurt in his eyes.
And it wasn't until I was fifteen that I felt that hurt affect me, too.
...
One day, I was thinking... and then when dad came home, I hugged him and cried.
“I'm sorry. I don't hate you. I never have, and never will. Sorry, dad. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'll never be your princess. I'm sorry I'll never get to be your little girl again, I'm sorry. Sorry for hurting you so much,” I had told him.
And his eyes went red and a tear escaped his eye and he had said, “It's okay, Marilyn.”
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
