Comments : Speak (I won't)

  • 1 week ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I remember growing up, hearing my mother and father shouting and fighting. We were children who were seen and not heard. Many children are discouraged to have a voice. Their childhood stolen in a household of fear and secrets. I'd pray for any parents other than mine, that or death.
    It turned out death was the release when I was 15. Funny how faith works.

    Take care.