Those innocent eyes overcame by naivety peered into her soul. Sensing her lie and yearning for the truth. Yearning for a truth too dark for the tender age of three.
"Aunt Eminie, Where’s your daddy? Is he gonna pick you up?"
The adolescent girl was visiting her older sister (“half-sister”, they shared a father) and the seemingly outlandish question caught her off guard. Ah, the mind of a child…she had to protect that pristine mind.
"Me and your mommy have the same daddy, we’re sisters, remember? My daddy is your Papa," she explained, hoping her cunning attempt to dodge the question would work.
“Where’s your daddy?” her young niece persisted, to her disappointment.
"He’s on vacation, like your mommy said."
"Well when he gets back will he get to pick you up?"
"He won’t get out—I mean—back for a very long time."
"Sometimes people make choices, and those choices they must live with….let’s work on this puzzle!"
-Emily, Mercy for Misfits