Eulogy of a Dead Dove.

         Nonchalant became sorrow personified. My father’s eyes bore its presence. Screams churned into instructions. “Get out of this house! And take those little brats with you.” My mother bellowed. “I never want to see your faces again! Demons!” My sister couldn’t contain herself any longer. She broke out of my grip and run towards our mother. Before she could even touch … Continue reading Eulogy of a Dead Dove.