It’s weird what catches our eye…
We see what we want to see & sometimes we see through our unconscious mind.
Sitting on a park bench, reading a book and people watching was nice way to spend a beautiful evening.
My heart sank a little and I felt my throat closing in…I was so scared to look …
Look at the perfection that I never had or will ever have.
It’s the perfect family…
They were brown, some kind of Asian like me.
Mother holding the father’s hand and the father had his arm around their only child – a daughter about my age.
They were colourful. At a park that was still waiting to blossom, they were the real flowers.
It was so beautiful but yet I was so scared to look. Scared that if I look too long, I might see a flaw and ruin the image of perfection that I’m seeing.
I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes got a little wet…
I hold back, in fear that …someone might see me spying or violating their privacy
I kept watching without being obvious till they disappeared behind the crowd of other families.
I never knew that could exist.
I tried to picture mine but I know if my ‘family’ ever did do something like that, it would be fake and it would end in an argument.
It’s this constant pain…the void…the ache, it just never leaves.
I feel very empty.
