You Forget, Darling, I Am The Local

And Now We Can't," I Said. "which Sucks, But The Main Thing Is That Your Dad's Alive." He Smiled, Hesitant At First, Then A Blazing Grin Broke Through That Made My Heart Stop. I Recovered And Grinned Back And Went To Throw My Arms Around His Neck, Then Stopped, Blushing. Before I Could Pull Back, He Caught My Elbows And Put My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Me Into A Hug. Then He Jumped, Chair Swiveling So Fast I Nearly Went Flying. I Heard Footsteps In The Hall And I Scrambled Off His Lap Just As Simon Swung In, Breathing Heavily, Like He'd Come Running.

Just Show Him That I Didn't Need His Apology, I Guess. Show Him That I Was Okay. Better Than Okay. I Was Happy, In Spite Of Everything He'd Done To Me, And No, I Didn't Forgive Him. God Help Me, I Would Not Forgive Him.

This Is So Cool," I Said Loudly As Dad Walked Away. "have You Met The Tattoo Artist? Is He Hot?" "he's A She," Mom Said. "is She Hot? Cause I'm Still Young, You Know. My Sexual Identity Isnt Fully Formed." "your Father Can't Hear You Anymore, Maya." Mom Sighed.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm Not Sure Which Is Worse.

When You Accept A Leadership Role, You Take On Extra Responsibility For Your Actions Toward Others.