Bread and Water

Prompt: Lovely and I know you don’t need to be a good idea to me about it but I don’t know what to say that man is drinking water and eating bread in the past few days ago

Bread and water. It is all my father has allowed me to feed him the past few days since the incident. His shoulders were once strong and they have carried thousands of pounds over a life time that he did not choose to have. At a young age he was chosen. In front of him was an entire life mapped out perfectly, and he was not to stray. And he didn’t. So he took a career he didn’t care for and married a woman he didn’t love. He could live with his own unhappiness as long as it kept his parents even faintly satisfied. He is happy for me in his own way, but he needs to mourn the life he could have had. Our marriage will happen because I will choose happiness where he could not. I will choose to celebrate the engagement of any child I have instead of isolating myself to my old wooden rocking chair thinking of what could have been. For him, I will wait. I cannot tell you how long, but if you will hold my hand and wait with me I will love you the rest of my life. At his age, the weight he carries now sits on his back. I will not be the feather that floats down to sit atop his existing concrete. I will not burden him with my feather because it will cross his breaking point. His knees would finally buckle, his spine would finally snap, and he would reach a place he could never return from. I will hold my feather for a little while longer until he can shake the concrete that haunts him.