I haven’t got another tear – #fridayfiction
Sometimes I think I haven’t got another tear left inside of me. I cried an ocean over these past six years, and now I’ve come to a point where I’m dried out. I’ve got no more tears to give. I tell myself, You done cried over everything there is to cry about, and I get to believing I’m never gonna shed another tear.
The thing is that ain’t true . I still got a lot of hurt inside, and it’s the kind of hurt that don’t go away easy. It ain’t your head what causes the crying, it’s your heart. Heart hurts is something a body can’t do a damn thing about.
When we went back to Twin Pines, I figured for sure Daddy would be big enough to forgive and forget. What good can come of carrying a grudge against your own daughter? As we was driving in I pictured him sitting all alone in that big chair, nobody to cook him supper, nobody to give him a goodnight kiss. I was thinking maybe, just maybe, Daddy would ask us to come and live in that nice house the church gave him. Never in a million years did I think he’d leave without so much as a goodbye.
Daddy’s supposed to be a godly man, but the truth is Benjamin’s ten times more godly than Daddy. He got a heart filled with love and he got a soul filled with kindness. Even when he’s so tired his legs could fall off, he still got strength enough to do a kindness for Daddy Church. It ain’t the preaching what makes a man godly, it’s the doing.
I thank the good Lord for Benjamin. This ain’t an easy life, but one thing I know for sure: he ain’t never gonna turn his back on our boy. Knowing that makes up for a whole lot of doing without.