Letter to my father.

I forgive you.

He was an unpredictable monster… but he didn’t know any other way to be.

Two years old…I can just see the crazy in my father’s eyes.

Walking up the outside wooden stairs to our apartment on 8th street, I felt paralyzed with dread. Grade card in hand, I was relieved you wouldn’t be home from work for a couple of hours. That gave me time to hope.