Three T shirts . Three pair of shorts . Item number 3 & 4 of a long list are washed and hung to dry. The weight of wet garments seem to pull down on ones mood , ones heart.
Six more days .
Anxiety breeds more rapidly than mold and hang to the damp facade of the white walls.
Mornings of long blank stares . Abrupt embraces for no clear reason . All add a different tinge to daily life’s flow.
It will be just two nights and then it will be over , so she says .
The elephant in the room is ignored for most of the time.
I clasp my hands , bow my head and close my eyes to say the 6 lines of the usual prayer ,
In a flash my father appears from the other side.
“ Live the moment boy, not everybody get’s the chance”