Time for a Tear

When you were born Belinda, my world ended. ‘Say Da, Da.’ Belinda gurgled up a smile, her eyes twinkled and her small hands playfully reached up to my grinning face. A face of recognition that waited for her to awake each day. ‘Say, Ma, Ma.’ Belinda turned her head in my arms to look wide-eyed at a picture of a beautiful woman. The woman who gifted Belinda with dark curly hair. Her eyes that sparkled the same as my wife’s – but unfortunately she had my nose. My wife carried her...