Ask Me Why

by Harloe Rae

“The moment you stop believing is the instant everything loses meaning.” —Braelyn Miller

Without realizing it, this taffy-loving kiddo gave me a reason to smile.

Her giggle grates across my frying nerves. “I hope your big head fits through the door.” I give her the finger without a backwards glance.

My dad tells me we don’t need her. His heart beats twice as hard for me to cover for her part.”

“The triggers are a rolodex, spin the dial and see what pops up. Trauma is fucking hilarious like that. I’m a mess.”

“Please don’t deprive my child of affection, Braelyn. If he wants a hug, give him one. You’ll likely shatter his heart by denying him.”

“O-okay?” “I won’t be your pity fuck,” he growls. The idea is laughable. “If anyone’s being pitied, it’ll be me.” He snorts. “Pity is the furthest thing I feel for you.” “Good, we’re still even.”