A story from Wednesday, September 28, 2011

My Dad

My dad looks at me but there’s not the slightest hint of recognition in his eyes. He chats to me politely, as he would do with any stranger.

3 Critiques to "My Dad"

  1. The following was written by Amy Tripp on September 28, 2011

    So sad. I’m imagining Alzheimers (sp) or dementia. Well done – heartbreaking.

  2. The following was written by dana on September 28, 2011

    Ditto. Sweet, poignant, & Powerful.

  3. The following was written by Gayle Beveridge on September 28, 2011

    This is well written, you can feel the sadness in the narrator’s voice.