My Sadness

My father died the year I became a legal adult.

So I didn't cry then.

He left no legacy because he was incompetent all his life, but I wasn't mad at him.

He didn't say the last word because he was reticent all his life, but I wasn't mad at him.

It's true.

Seeing me so expressionless at his death, the mourners whispered, but I assure you, that day I was not angry with my father who died.

My mother died before I was a year old.

So I cried then.

I hung on to mother's body and cried loudly for a long time.

Disconsolate?

No. milk