My Dad made me cry. This will be the title to my memoir, or my memorial service. Either way fits.
I'm about to leave for a visit down to him. Once again, there is this uneasiness that I can't shake off. Days leading to my departure tends to get blurry. I lose control over my temper. In fact, if death came to me during this period, I'd welcome it with open arms. I just... don't care. I'll let myself burn and I'll smile through it. Either that's courage or insanity. I'm sure it overlaps somewhere.
This is the part I unlock her out of her cage. The girl I tried hard to contain. She's unchained. Who knows where she goes. But I can't stop her. Only evil can face evil, and she can protect me.
But just the night before, I cry. Because after all of this is over, locking her up again will be a nightmare.
