Flesh of my Flesh

A son, a son is born… long live the King!

The family goes on, stories are passed, traditions are built, a future to be made.

Then something awful happens, a break, a rendering, trust is replaced with untrust, and that which could have been, doesnt happen.

The years pass and not much has changed, no more damage, but no more healing.

Instead of a parent reaching out to the child, the child reaches to the parent. Instant joy, a little slower forgiveness, but reconciliation on th horizon. We just need more time to build the positive.