There There by Sonja Larsen

There There by Sonja Larsen

There there, my father says to the crying baby he is rocking in his arms, it’s not easy being little is it? And for a minute I feel so jealous I can hardly breathe. My dad must’ve talked to me like that once, but he has a new family now and I’m staying in the guest room, nineteen and fresh out of what we are all calling a bad situation. I’m never going to let him see me cry, and he’s never going to wrap me in his arms and say there there. There’…