A new beginning.
From my mother and all the women before me, all share one thing in common: we’ve all found ourselves held captive by a man. Whether it’s my father or my mothers, all of us have found ourselves imprisoned by a man: a father, a husband, a cousin, and all of the other men we’ve encountered throughout our lives.
Truthfully, I haven’t any memory of my father to have known once he first failed in my life. Nevertheless, I’ve always been told of his failure countless times. A constant reminder that he hasn’t changed, nor will he ever.
Inevitably, there must come a time when I won’t be needing him, not anymore. And I’ll grow up.
