Lyddie
He'll never know how moving it was for me to watch him write "love" on his arms because I'll never tell him how many years I've spent carving hate into mine.
2008-11-14 15:19:24 / Rating: 282.75 / 
Story archives - tag: "recovery"
Tomahawk
That quiet summer night in the emergency room was the first time I saw my father cry.
2007-04-16 12:46:45 / Rating: 176.5 /