there was a spider in my bathroom
the kind little girls usually scream over.
and since I never fully grew up, I screamed too, some fears never grow up,only shift their shape.
i went to “him”, my “dad”. he came once.
and that was it.Absence is his habit.
but i think of tati. how he would’ve stopped it all to **** the spider, to see what his little girl is screaming about. how he would’ve joked about it, until i forgot it was there and told me whatever happens, come to him first.
“Tata, can you please **** the spider in my bathroom?” But he doesn’t hear me. He’s not here. He probably isn’t even thinking of me right now. He’s with his other baby, that doesn’t need to ask twice.
“Tata, please come home.” But he’s still not hearing me, the spider’s getting to me,closing in.
But the spider doesn’t attack me it just scatters away, but was it really the spider I was scared of, or the fact that he wouldn’t come, not even for this, not even for me.