Between the distance

chapter 3: Hope and it's Devourings

Chapter 3: Hope and Its Devourings

Every year, you came back. Not always. Not predictably. But enough.

Enough to make me hope.

You planted tiny seeds — promises that you’d come for us. That we would finally live together. That I wouldn’t have to miss you anymore than I already have . That you’d show up for the big things: birthdays, exams, victories and any other form of achievement.

But those seeds never sprouted for the bud to feel light. They rotted quietly in the soil of my heart.

Hope is supposed to be a good thing, isn’t it?it drained me from my pores.

For me, it was a hungry dog. It followed me everywhere, then bit when I least expected it. I started to hate the thought hope you persistently instilled in me. I learned that without it, you can’t be disappointed. Without presence, no absence. Without dreams, no shattered dreams for without hope there is no expectation.

But I dreamed of you anyway. I hoped for your return ,I hope for the days we will finally make memories ,memories to hold on to memories that won't turn bitter, memories that will breed a father daughter bond for me and you