September 3, 2026

In the Sunlit Bathroom, I Spotted an Odd Patch on My Son’s Scalp, and My Mind Couldn’t Stray Far from It

I find myself glancing at the clock, willing time to move faster, to bring some clarity.

But time, much like the silence that fills the spaces between our conversations, remains stubbornly still.

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