Skeptical Ears
Listening, I tried weighing their words with an open mind, but skepticism was hard to shed. ‘It isn’t favoritism,’ Dad stressed, looking directly into my eyes.
Their intentions seemed genuine, yet understanding the complexities didn’t soften the sting of their choice.
Each explanation felt like a piece in a puzzle, yet my picture stayed incomplete. Even as I nodded, a part of me wondered if reconciliation with past shadows was truly possible.