Forgive

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Wednesday, three thirteen in

the morning. Avoiding the itch on her left

eyelid, she lifts herself off the gray carpet and walks

towards the moonless windowsill. It’s been months since

her father had last visited and asked for her forgiveness. Afraid

of fracturing of what was left of their relationship, she made him

swear to never reveal his secret. Passing away the following day,

she would learn that he was terminally fated. ‘You tried your

best to protect me from your pain. Can’t ever forgive

myself for pushing your last words away.’

Photographer Unknown