“Tell me where your heart is.”

E,

Things change at parenthood. It changed with you. I looked into those multiverses you call your eyes and all I could see was possibility. You looked puzzled, like something new had happened to you too and you were trying to understand what it meant. It is just another magic trick that all that wonder becomes human, walks on her own legs and now is a little terror with no respect for my writing hours or my other work.

I remember taking you to work one day and how you did not want to leave. You frowned at my like an angry lover when I put you in the car home. Your human side will always be beautiful to me. Your divine side belongs to the stars. Only God can crack that code. I am just here to hold it in my arms for a little while.

So, flawed father and human being that I am, I ask for only one thing: that we evolve from puzzlement to engagement, that we talk without judgement or agenda, that we become whatever we should be in the best possible ways and that you always, eventually, tell me where your heart is. For in the words of Uncle Ray: “my heart’s like paper, yours is like the flame.”

Daughter.