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.

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