On Father's Day


Fathers of daughters, brothers of mothers, sons of sisters. Grandparents. We all raise one another.
Abandoned by our father, my mother took on a role as both parental figures. Family became fluid. Her brother our father, my aunt our mother. Our mother had to send us away half a year before she was able to emigrate. I mothered my sister. ⠀⠀

Father’s Day used to be hard for us. I would find myself in bed buried in my emotions or doing anything & everything to avoid them. Then it occurred to me when my grandfather passed away. There is no one father. For those born into the randomly blessed circumstance of having a nuclear father figure, celebrate them. For others whose mothers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, mothers & fathers of our own who took on that role, take this day and every other chance to celebrate them, too.