The Topsy-Turvy Quotient

I will never be a parent.

Bad body parts combined with worse brain matter have cemented this fact.


I know how to love like one.

My parents have officially signed up for their vaccines. In a matter of weeks, they will be safe from this virus.

And that’s all that matters to me.

As long as they’re safe, I’m good.

I would do anything for them, give anything to save them—

Much like a parent would do for a child.

Why this knowledge fills a gaping hole in me, I can’t say. (But I lay all blame for it on the afore-cursed brain matter and a chronically squishy heart.)

Here ends today’s Confession of the Bizarre and the Pitiful.

Until tomorrow…


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