Little Gods

My father is a terrible man, and I am his favourite daughter. He laughs when I fall and screams at me when I cry. The stars glimmer a bit brighter when he smiles at me, though the words I'm proud of you never quite escaped his mouth.

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An anthology of random stories written instead of preparing for my exams. They centre around the theme of misery and generational trauma.