Mornings Without Me

It is extremely difficult to get him to smile

on mornings that he wakes up without me.

i made the passionate decision to be present as much as possible, which is fine temporarily, I guess. Even though at this point it's been far from temporary, and pretty much his entire life.

There is something disturbed in Max and his parents. Something sick that gives no concern to a small child's deepest needs. A vacancy that is not supposed to ever be vacant, that is a rareity to be. Completely cold and absent of activity, of an intangible but very basic human characteristic; almost always already in existence and present or, even with extreme and abusive personalities,

is created in some occasionally exhibited form and amount. The empathy and love that exists in a parent for a child.