It's a sunny day but somehow things are not going right. There is a tension, and then the announcement is made that my parents are to divorce. There is confusion, there are accusing stares being thrown across the room, blurred vision as boxes are hurredly being packed. My father tells us he is moving to Ukraine and that today is the last day we will see him. He's meeting his lover there. His gay lover.

What about bike rides? Questions with homework? The PIN that only you know to the account I can't access till I'm 18? What about Christmas, Easter, Kwanzaa, Passover, Martin Luther King Day, and birthdays? Where will we get the money for the bills? I've lost all the trust I ever had. He is wearing his pressed jeans and red plaid shirt, a couple of pieces of blackish-graying hair matted to his forehead, which has become more exposed over the years. Everything had been a lie all along. We're standing out on the driveway now, and he's getting ready to take off in his economic car. I'll never see him again.







































* This was a dream I had last night, it didn't really happen.*