Acceptance
âAre you even listening to me right now?â
The question leaves Alexisâ mouth with more of an edge than he anticipated, but it's hard to feel regretful when his father refuses to react. He stays sat on his chair, eyes glazing over the blur of minuscule lines in the book he held, before finally looking up at Alexis through clear lenses.Â
He blinks, âWhat is it now?â
Alexis feels like he should have reached the point where his fatherâs clipped comments didn't have such a profound effect on him anymore.
His grip on the acceptance letter between his palms loosens.














