Nefretiri
I'm drowning in the same lake, and it's worse because I see the shoreline but can't reach it. Can I let myself float out of this trauma?
There were more photos, but flipping through them terrified me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember anything. I'm staring at a stranger's life, and with each picture, I want it to be mine.
The only thing I had was feelings, and I wasn't sure if I should trust them.
My father left my mother when he found out she was pregnant. At least, that's the story I believed. The photos in front of me said otherwise.
'They loved me.' That's the strongest sensation I have, but holding onto that emotion left me unbalanced.
I wanted to believe my mother lied and my dad left later on, but looking through the other photos dashed that theory.
My father was there my whole life, and he loved my mother more over the years. You saw it in every picture as I got older.
What did I do with all this?
