Prince Kurat
As my mother releases me from her embrace, my father comes into the room.
“Kurat son, to what do we owe the honour of your visit?” he says as he takes a seat on the sofa. I stand feeling slightly awkward and unsure how to explain when he has a small laugh “I never thought I would see the day you would be lost for words, out with it boy.” He says as he motions for me to sit across from him, as my mother sits beside him.
My father instinctively wraps his arms around her and pulls her to him, placing a kiss on her temple. As I watch them I know the love that flows through them for each other. I know I want that, I know I can't and won’t settle for less. Taking a deep breath, I decided to just ask them. After forty minutes and me pacing back and forth, I realise that neither
