not all families love
each other.
the myth of the happy
and loving
Italian family is just that
a myth.
most of mine can hold
grudges
until the end of
time.
long after the wound
have healed, the blood dried.
after a dozen years
they forget why they're
even
mad a each
other,
but they can't let go.
they've built
a wall
made of stone.
the snips, the snarky
remarks,
the silent treatment,
the gossip
just flows and flows.
happy holidays?
hardly.
Monday, May 18, 2020
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