Circles of Love

I was a child who never fit into a society where the normal family was one father, one mother, two children,Circles of Love,I was a child who never fit into a society where the normal family was one father, one mother, two children

Circles    of    Love
Photo: Shutterstock

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H ow do you apologize to someone who cuts off all contact someone who is consumed with anger at your actions and feels betrayed someone you love and will always love?

As a child I did the only thing possible. Each day after school I would stand outside her house and wait hoping that I would be allowed back in to make my peace. I would walk the crazy paving that had been laid when I was a child. Then it had been a game to avoid the cracks; now I was trying to repair the cracks in our love.

Day after day week after week I would stand outside her house watch and wait for a sign to show I was forgiven. Autumn leaves collected in corners. Scooping up a handful I allowed them to waft through my fingers a cloud of pleading. Winter was bitter. I left footprints of love that were ignored.

It took me a long time to choose just the right card for her birthday. All that day I kept patting my pocket reassuring myself it was still there. As I stood there the warmth of the sun on my back I visualized the door opening. I would be ushered inside and… I pushed the card through listened to the sound as it hit the wooden floor — heard no response not even the tread of footsteps. She knew I was there but no one dared invite me inside. No one dared go against her word.

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