Every parent will, in one way or another, damage their kid(s). This is inevitable. It could be intentional or not, direct or inadvertent. Either way, parents will always leave a crack on their offsprings' personalities. It could be as insignificant as a scratch or as deep as a gaping volcano hole.

Unfortunately, I am one of those who could agree to that paragraph. Thank your stars tonight if you think that I'm wrong, and consider yourself (very, very) lucky.

Tame as it was, Holy Week was still a "blast", perhaps just in an entirely different way than I've imagined. Spent some time with dad and his family, and for a while I felt how it was to belong in what some would coin a "normal" family. Never having experienced living in a house with your parents in another room, still mushy and sweet after all those years, I sincerely thanked God for the experience. And the four straight days I spent with him? Priceless.

Lately the feeling of being an overgrown owl in a very small gilded cage intensifies with every passing day. Really, I need more room to spread out, to fly, to breathe. Ah, freedom. Why does it insist on being so elusive? My friends are getting married left, right, and center, and I can't even come home late without having to explain myself.

Still, God answers prayers. Maybe not in the way you asked, or expected. But He does. He just answered mine. The thought that He never does anything without a reason brings solitude to my restless mind. It's tempting, but I will not question His will.

The answers will come in time.♥

♥, Camz

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