Fraya
Hours pass as I sit next to my daughter, the doll house in front of us. We pretend that we are back home, me playing as Eleanor, Evangeline as me and Donahue as Alexander. I hate the idea of him pretending to be Alex, trying to copy his voice and the things he would’ve said, but I keep my mouth shut, my tears at bay. Evangeline laughs every time he imitates Alex wrong, then she tells him what he should’ve done or said differently. I feel my heart break with every second I sit there and try to imagine what it would’ve been like if we were truly home, what we would be doing. I try to imagine what it would feel like to have Alexander’s arms wrapped around me again, what his laugh would sound like, his taste as I kiss him with hunger and passion. My heart pains, but I keep smiling, beca
