Thursday, October 4, 2012

Never-ending

Chloe's father never called, he went back to California and broke his promise like so many times before. We have them in common she and I, those sporadic flashes from the past that keep haunting us like ghosts, but together we've learned how to deal with them.

The day it happened, mother came to school in the middle of the day to tell me and I'll never forget the frightened look on her ivory white make-up free face as she stepped out of the taxi. We were silent for weeks, she stopped watering our flowers and her fear looked more and more like guilt. At least that's what I imagined.

He only failed me once. Chloe's father does it to her again and again and somehow I think that has to be a lot more painful.




Posted by AVY at 6:45 PM
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33 comments:

  1. I lost my dad when I was 6. It wasn't anything tragic or dramatic, but just another thing to add to my fucked childhood. It's strange, 13 years later when what you remember and the stories you hear are very different. Still, whether they've passed or if they're alive but never present, it's still the loss of a parent. There's still something that won't be complete. I'm sorry for your friend Chloe, I feel like the repeated heartbreak would hurt worse, in my opinion. <3

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  2. :-( Either once or repeatedly, it sucks!

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  3. this blog reminds me of another that I can't remember the name of. I can't tell if this is real or not but I like it. It reads like a book.

    With Love From Michigan

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  4. .Father. His shadow is always there. When he opens the doors, late night, as i rang the bell. When he cross passes me in corrider. When he sits beside me during dinners. But our eyes never meets. Only shadows do. Everythings done in silence. No words spoken. Just like a sci-fi, automated, programmed lives - every events are encoded-in and you just follow it without any emotion, without any expression. Without any word.

    Sometimes i hear his words from next room when my door is half-open and i pretend they haven't reached my room as those words were never spoken for me. And my void silence grew ample, i say it in my head - " You won't hear a word spoken from me again."

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  5. Families are miniature tragedies-in-waiting. Enjoy the time between.

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  6. love this

    Jessica
    http://www.jumpintopuddles.com

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  8. love this, too. he didn't fail you, not intentionally, his life and world failed him. and i am not a cynic, not yet.

    xx

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  11. I can't even imagine how painful it must be... to have a father like that... to always keep your hopes up, and than always be disappointed... it's like - your reason tells you it will probably be like that, disappointment, he will probably forget, but in there, somwhere you have that damn hope that, even when it is so tiny, it brakes your heart. and then again. :(

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  13. oh, so sad : (

    i love thiiis photos! :)))

    thx,
    xoxo

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  15. Really interesting post:)
    Lovely blog! Thinking of following each other?

    LOVE,
    A&G
    Our Blog - F A S H I O N O X Y G E N

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  16. un poquito triste pero inspirador!

    un saludo

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  17. I feel really sorry for you and your friend Chloe :(
    I love the photos anyway!

    Jessie xx

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  18. this post is pure art <3
    http://coeursdefoxes.blogspot.com/

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  19. Great pictures!!
    Check out our blog?

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  20. nice blog !
    http://please-freeze-time.blogspot.de/
    xx Jules

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  22. Oh, it's so sad.. :(
    My mother died when i was 3 years old...I don't know her because I have no memories...
    It would be nice if you visit my blog:)
    xx, Lea

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  23. Sad :( Nice photos, though.

    xx

    www.sickbytrend.com

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  25. It is called abuse. Somehow there is some sort of decency in failing just onceforever

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  26. Wish I could NOT relate..... but sadly I can.

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  29. when past ghosts can't suprise u anymore...that's when are easy to handle...

    www.meryswardrobe.blogspot.com

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  30. I'm always amazed at how cruel humans can be to the people they supposedly love and care about...

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  32. Nice post! I'm your new Follower! :) I hope you visit my blog sometimes. Thank's! Kisses from VV!!

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  33. Haha yay someone is as weird as I am.

    Sad post, but really so inspiring in a way. Great blog.

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