I was never that close to my parents beyond a certain point. I don't think they were up to the task of raising an emotionally sensitive young girl with undiagnosed dyslexia.
Last night I dreamed I opened a window onto a beautiful sunlit sea. I realised that perhaps it was my true home. My true parent.
The sailors thought of the sea as a mother, but what if it could be a father, too?
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