07.12.05

i cant believe

Television doesn�t give you images of father daughter outings. There are always father and son things, camping, going to play football, baseball. It makes it hard for a rather oedipal girl to think of things, particularly when her father had no reason to like most of these things, having �roughed it out� for most of his life and never knowing of these sports until now.
The scene that appealed was the early morning fishing. The butter glow of the sun as it rose over two silhouettes on the shore, the smaller learning against the obvious that�s shadow. It was so calm, so charming. Of course, the idea that fishing would mean free dinner helped as well.
There were so many promises.
The truth is, as a girl, you don�t get to go fishing with your father in the early morning. This is something that you will find when your brother is presented a rod without ever asking, when he and your father go out on Sundays alone, smiling and bringing back nothing but stories. Instead, you are allowed not even tears.
You�ve been denied nothing, after all.

shi-ou-sama at 11:30 a.m.

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