Familial Commitment
As they spoke of commitments overlapping and promising next times, I absorbed each word, wishing the past could somehow be rewritten.
‘We hope you understand,’ my dad concluded, sadness ringing in his tone. Their absence was framed as a happenstance of poor scheduling, a disappointing collision of life’s events.
This candid admission illuminated a different side of their flawed humanity. I could sense undertones of apology, but the healing would need to come slowly.