“You never saw me for who I was!” She faced her father, blue eyes sharp with anger.
“I had nine other children to feed and clothe,” he said. “There were a few other things on my mind.”
“You fed and clothed us because that was your image of yourself as the provider, not because you really cared!”
He stared at her. “I never thought about it,” he said, finally. “I just did what I needed to do.”
“I was just supposed to be an extension of you!”
“Did you get that from a book?”
“And you denigrated every thought I expressed!”
He turned away. “This is your problem,” he said, “not mine. Are you coming to church with me tonight or not?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“I guess you’ve got to be who you are,” he said sarcastically.
She opened her mouth, then shut it again and turned away.
Copyright © 2014 Loretta Miles Tollefson