Saddens the heart how simple miscommunication causes long, strange, hurtful discord in a life. A life that is entangled with other lives, and so hurtful to such a larger circle than one at first, might think.
Silence, that spans more than miles. Quiet that echoes in a heart at night. No one there to chase the monsters or check under the bed; to comfort during storms or missteps. No guidance given, no congratulatory good wishes.
A simple call, a small message and years of neglect erased when the truth is learned. Truth that is a parent’s love. Love that never ends, never wavers.