Glass-and-Sand

Futile musings of an old ghost

Tag: memories

  • She’s my daughter

    She’s my daughter

    In human terms, Melissa is my daughter, and I know she sees me as her mother, however intrigued she might be as to who I really am, and from where. Her memories stop at that fatal day when she decided to go out, and try to forget, for a while, all her anguish about him,…