XXXV

Parents

I did not think about my parents.

It was impractical. They were long since dead, undoubtedly.

On one occasion I dreamt of them.

They told me of all the wrong that I done. How much I had failed them. That they were disappointed in my actions. I had tried to explain to my parents that I had no choice.

In their response, they had told me that I once had a choice.

And that by picking the wrong way, I had done them wrong.

I woke up in shivers.

I vowed never to think of them again.