Tag: pride

I Fell Under A Train When I Was Eight Years Old

This story begins with me holding a grown-up’s hand.

We never smelled the roses because we were thinking of all the seeds left to plant.

I watch though the lens of my camera and the lens of my fatherhood and can’t believe what I am seeing.

What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.

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