I…
Saw my brothers. I missed them a lot
I didn’t know he asked them to travel all the way here. It’s been years since i’ve seen them. They didn’t recognise me either.
He didn’t believe i was his “daughter.”
“His daughter is in yukon, working as a lumberjack.”
I told him.
“His youngest son however, works as a mercenary who kills other people over and over again for god knows what reason.”
I buried his daughter in Ontario years ago. His son came crawling out of the grave with dirt under his nails and scrapes on his knees.
I am what haunts the back of his mind. His failure as a father to keep his daughter alive, feminine.
I punched him. Hard. I hope it hurt.
There is blood on my gloves. I think i need a new pair.
I’m heading back soon. I’ll see everyone soon.
Snows getting really heavy.














