Umber (47.36 — Oleander’s Story)
September 12, 2012 § Leave a comment
My list of sins that I took to the confessional grew longer and more complex. I missed my dad, and wanted more than anything for him to come home, but Miss Brigid said it was wrong to feel that way, because my dad was a wicked man and would burn in hell for his evil ways, and I should not want to be anywhere near such a sinful person. When she said things like that, it didn’t make me miss him any less; instead, it gave me more things to worry about: Daddy would go to hell, and I was sinning because I missed him. My list of sins and doubts piled up like the leaves under the apple tree in our back yard.