October 22, 2016
Day 1,540. You were a young boy of 7, riding your bike in the neighborhood park when you saw your father kissing a woman who was not your mother. They didn't see you staring at them. You hurried back home to find your mother preparing snacks for you. Your sweet mom and her beautiful smile, she fussed about your gash, and you responded by hugging her like your life depended on it. She laughed, a soft sound that will haunt you all your life. You swore never to hurt anyone secretly. You swore to do it honestly, openly, kindly.