Tell Me A Story

“Tell me something real. Something no one else would know about you. Tell me the story of you.”

“Are you sure you can handle that? There’s some pretty dark, heavy stuff in the deepest recesses of my soul.”

“I wouldn’t be with you if there wasn’t.”

“Tell me a lie. Tell me something that can sooth my mind, get rid of the pain in my heart.”

“Okay. I still love you.”

“Tell me that story again, and again. Tell me all about your parents and growing up in Dallas. Remind me of the time that you walked past a bookstore and saw me for the first time.”

“Shush. I have a report due tomorrow morning and I can’t entertain you right now. You know the story as well as I do, so why do you keep looking back at the past?”

“Because I prefer pretending to be happy than be sad all the time.”

“Daddy, tell me a story.”

“Alright, which one will it be tonight? We have The Little Prince, Green Eggs and Ham, or we could try The Giving Tree again?”

“No, I want to hear the one about mummy.”

“Daddy’s not in the mood for that one tonight. Shall we go with The Giving Tree then?”

“Alright.”

“Okay. Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy-”

“Will mummy ever come home? It’s been so long since I’ve seen her.”