Demir
“I miss you, daddy,” my kid tells me on my AirPods, his little hands reaching towards me through the camera and I hate myself for not being there next to him. At this point,, he’s practically being raised by my grandmother, who’s taken the role of a single mom at eighty, while I am nothing more than an online presence in his life.
Sitting on the couch, as always, alone while Geneva has locked herself up in one of the rooms I am not allowed into, I feel the ache and anger bubbling inside me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm myself and then turn to the screen on my phone again.
“I miss you too, more than anything in the world,” I tell him, my voice a little low so the little devil across the hall won’t hear me. “I swear once I am back I will stay with you.”
Dzhan seem
