Today's talking point? My silence.

In the 365 days that make up each year less that I get with my father, I regret to confess that on 300 of them, "Hi dad. Bye Babes." is the only conversation we exchange. Make that 300 and 30. It's been like this ever since I started accounting for my age in two digits. Once in a while, the occasional, "The internet is not working", "the car needs petrol", and the "what eggs for breakfast?" wiggle their way in. The devil's share heavily out-weighs the angel's. 

For years, I've hoped this would change. For years, change has hoped I'd take the initiative. Let's hope that this year, change and I will make a compromise so that I can at least fill a chapter of pages in my brain with meaningful conversation with a person who I respect, admire and in silence, love.

Baby Steps

There were many things he pictured himself growing up to be. A failure wasn't one of them.

And his 5th grade English teacher, the one who had made him memorize Proverbs during moral science hour, forgot to tell him the real truth (the kind that they censor out of text books), when he graduated to 6th grade -that sometimes when one door closes, there is no other door. You just stay trapped.