Family – Aly Writes

When the Singing’s Done

Through the boredom in the quiet
He’d start to softly sing.

Dad gives no signs of noticing, pecking away at his laptop on the well-worn sofa in the family room that’s been more solitary room this week.

He had gone away years before. Away, as in not there, not where Miranda was, not around when she needed him—or someone, anyone—to be in her corner.