A Letter Home

Dear Father: I am tired. I walk the streets from here to there with a weight on my soles that is dragging me into the earth. I wonder why the people can not see what my shoulders carry, the mass that makes me tired at the end of a day when I have done nothing

A Letter Home

Dear Father: I am tired. I walk the streets from here to there with a weight on my soles that is dragging me into the earth. I wonder why the people can not see what my shoulders carry, the mass that makes me tired at the end of a day when I have done nothing.</p