My son met a girl just like me.
Its a thing they say.
Like me, she has long dark hair,
Intense brown eyes.
Even our birthdays,
just mere days apart.
Our childhoods mirrored each other.
We shared the same pain,
Afflicted on us by those who were meant to protect us.
Forced to grow up starving.
Thinking hunger was in our nature.
We know a pain that normal people couldn’t fathom.
And my son, like his father, wrapped her up in safety.
Guarded her heart.
Provided love she didn’t know existed.
He made dark light again.
Safety was no longer an illusion.
It brought forth immense joy from her family.
Ecstatic that this knight in shining armor would forever nurture, protect, and love her.
It felt like an apology.
An apology I began to crave.
But I know I will never receive……