Tea with my daughter
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Yesterday I had tea with my daughter.
I swallowed my pain with my drink and pretended to nibble on some cake.
She gobbled hers as if she were starving.
I took my glasses off to stay blind to the stubble on her chin, the acne on her cheeks.
I listened for her sweet voice through the gravelly sounds in her throat as she laughed about the scars on her flat chest and watched me blink away my tears.
Crass words and profanities spewed from my beautiful, sensitive child, mocking the once loving bond between us.
Yesterday I had tea with my daughter
But my daughter wasn't there.
Totally relate. Experienced exactly same situation. Beautifully written. I am resting on God’s faithfulness, hoping for his mercy.Hoping I can get my daughter back .
Your world is also my own. The personality change, the heartlessness, the forced "blokiness", the affectations, the facial hair, the weight-gain, the generic voice - they all sound the same....These things are impossibly painful.