dad, yuri, summer

different pieces of my life occasionally sit at the same table and behave normally. #

Saw Dad with Yuri around today and I liked how completely uneventful it was. Food, conversation, Dad asking normal questions, Yuri answering like a respectable human being instead of the person who spends half his life calling me Bambolina and mocking my handbags. Tia appeared later and restored the appropriate level of chaos.

This summer has been good for me and Dad. I’ve seen him far more than I did during spring simply because Genova is close and doesn’t have to compete with an entire Milano weekend. I was feeling guilty about that for months. Maybe relationships don’t need equal weekly hours. Maybe sometimes they work in seasons. This summer has been Dad’s season.

Remember me, Eclipse.