Lamentations

As a child, I had a reoccurring feeling that our family had some unresolved conflict bubbling just beneath the surface. Time passed, and fragments of an unspoken history emerged from older cousins. My father's mood was often sullen and disconnected, but he never spoke about the past. As scientific breakthroughs regarding DNA emerged, people became more interested in their ancestors. The Village was dwindling regularly. This was to be a legacy of knowledge left for my children. To them, I say, "At the time of your birth, I had little more to give than my twenty-three. Even though you all have progressed well, my greatest regret is there are still direct descendants who don't know me." Read more