There is a devil at my table in my house, there is no mistake in my eyes. My whole life I have lived with care only to receive such. You grow up hearing all kinds of philosophies and theories to life and you try by all means to evade the preached words about life, but they smack you right in the face.
The truth about life, positivity and belief at times leads to blindness you do not perceive reality enshrouded by fantasy of what you expect life to be like. A broken heart is can be healed but retaining the same stupidity will lead you to the same thing again. And all that has happened behind me is because of that blindness. Mother stops in the kitchen, Anaishe is awake, playing around the kitchen counter while her mother cooks.
“Dada!” she calls running toward me, subconsciously I spread
