I was 10, and although our family was seriously dysfunctional, I regarded it as what families are. I did the usual things: read, play with dolls, build the dolls interesting furniture based on string patterns, tinkertoys, and erector sets, and ramble over the woods and fields.
Winter came, and on Christmas eve my father left us. I didn't mark it as a bad thing until later. He never fit in with us (Mom, me, Karl), but he was always the thing we had to oblige.
After that, our lives got iffy. I took care of all that I could.
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branchandroot
Last Summer of Innocence
Date: 2006-07-13 01:51 am (UTC)Winter came, and on Christmas eve my father left us. I didn't mark it as a bad thing until later. He never fit in with us (Mom, me, Karl), but he was always the thing we had to oblige.
After that, our lives got iffy. I took care of all that I could.