If a meeting between three estranged persons is to be filled with plans and whereabouts, then what I have today is not a reunion – it is the funny bone of fate.
The thought of a growing fetus inside her womb scared me. After I packed my bags and left her alone in our rented apartment, I flew to another state and started a new life. Never did I know that the vacuous spines of my lungs would linger. For years, I worked for money until I had a satisfying amount – enough to track her down.
She is a grade school teacher – she has finally reached her dream job. Today, I found out, is her PTA Christmas Party, and I have surprised her with my Santa suit. There is the recognition in her eyes that I die for – I promise not to leave again.
A small figure ascends behind her legs – my daughter. As I kneel and open my arms, though, she flinches away from my gesture and clutches her mother’s skirt.
Families gawk at me as I make a fool out of myself.
If homecomings and Christmases feel as if you are neglected, then I would rather celebrate alone.
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