“Please don’t go, Dad! Please don’t go!” came the fraught muffled pleas of my ten year old brother. His head buried into my father’s abdomen. His chubby hands griping my dad’s tear stained shirt. Inches away, I stood on the asphalt, numb, emotionless, like a hollow effigy. As a seven year old boy, I was […]Read more "Fatherless: Leaving a second time"