Love for life, self

I wore my moccasins today but was too lazy to cover the soles of my feet so I wore them half on like sandals do. My mother looks at me and half-smiles, “You’re just like your father,” and I cringe, not as much as I used to. 

Sometimes, it’s comforting to hear his name; to be told of the parts of me that resemble him. It reminds me that he exists and some…