“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
You start to walk with your group across the field. I stand and watch, thinking you may look back and wave, that you may smile. I realize I have not seen you smile since we left Balan’s house. Your energy has been a backdrop for my life for over a decade. I long to see your toothy grin, to have you start twerking in the middle of the field. You do neither. You do look back every few steps, making sure I am still there, longing to have me call you back and take you away. I know I am breaking every camp good-bye parenting rule by standing here, but I can’t tear myself away. There has always been a gossamer thread connecting us, from the moment you were born and we became a unit, just the two of us. That thread stretches now, tighter and tighter.
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