//JELLYFISH// 12•18•2014 11:50 PM
When I was five years old
I took a trip to the beach with my father and his new girlfriend
The one he left my mother for
Penny.
I enjoyed her two kids
And she braided my hair
And my father was happy.
On the second day, I got stung by a jellyfish.
A small electric blue jelly
That brushed against my hip.
I didn't even see it coming.
I cried, it hurt
And she helped make it better.
That was the last time I ever went to the beach with my dad.
And sometimes I wonder if my mother didn't see Penny coming either and if my father stung her heart and soul when he packed his things up and left a scar where he brushed her life and I wonder who was there to help make it better.
I wonder if maybe jellyfish have even more spine than my father because at least they own up to stinging you. Jellyfish are supposed to sting.
Dads aren't supposed to leave their families for a new one.
