The Choice

Bronte GallegosSad

It wasn't her fault. None of it was. The grades gone wrong. And he blamed 'that boy'. 'Its not him' She said through the tears. 'You have a choice' he bellowed. 'Fine I choose him'. Those words now haunt him. Taunt him. Day and night. His little girl grew up. In one day. 'Why?' He asked 'Oh the choices I gave'.

Bronte Gallegos
SourceLicence:CC BY
Mood:
Sad
Topics:
regret, choice, father, daughter

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