u/ComfortableDivide557

I see everyone I know posting Father's Day wishes for their dads. I guess it just makes me feel a little sad that I don't have that kind of rapport with mine.

I've always thought hate is such a strong, bitter feeling to carry.

I hate my dad.

I'm happy that people have good dads, and it genuinely makes me happy to see them happy to see them hugging their dads, kissing them, and celebrating them. I do feel sad that I never got to experience that, and I never will. But I think that's okay.

Happy Father's Day to everyone.

This day reminded me of a poem that I absolutely love. I don't know who the poet or poetess is.

baba buys me fruit. they rot quicker than the ones my sister does.

I still eat it whole, sever the rotten bits, and tell myself it tastes like home.

rot tastes like home.

I curl my tongue; the next time i eat fruit, baba does not buy me fruit.

he thinks they rot quicker because i do not eat them. i forget to tell him that the rot has festered.

i do not eat the fruit; everyone tastes it on me anyway. the rot has festered in me already, I taste like home.