I can't even remember the last time Dad and I talked.
He HEARS what I want to say, but he doesn't LISTEN to it.
I come home from working with Gobber in the blacksmith forge and he won't be there.
Normally, then, I'd straighten up the house and am finishing up just as he comes home.
We don't speak. We just look at each other. And that is enough.
I want to talk to him, but there's a wall there, an invisible wall that I cannot breach.
So I always just look at him. Then I go upstairs, sit in my bedroom and read, write, sketch and hide.
I hide from my hurt that is in the form of my father.
