This is a story.
No really, it is just a story. One that may not need to be told. It may not even have an ending. It’s just words linked together somehow.
I would love to hear a story. I want Daddy to tell it. I imagine he would be good at telling it. The words would matter, but not as much as his voice would matter.
I have been dreaming about a story where I could play the princess. If I have to be locked in a castle, then so be it. Lock me up and throw away the key.
But honestly, no locks are needed. I will stay as long as he is there to lord over me.
But it is not my story. It is his. I want him to tell it. I want him to piece together all the parts. He can tell me if I am in it and what role I would play.
If I am in it, he needs to be in it, too.
Lisa Gray 