Status Updates From Soldier Sailor

unfortunately my nervous system can’t tell the difference between a fictional mom Going Through It and being chased by a predator

“Bye bye, Dadda,” I said on your behalf, waving your little hand. Your father kissed us both before closing the door, a guillotine severing me from my world. Which is not to say that your father was my world, but that he was free to roam in my world, which we should now call his world, or perhaps the world, an adult place from which I’d been banished. Now I lived in your world. It was small.