their sweet beginnings, their infertility, his castle of balloons
brought tears to her eyes, and her friend sputtered out a throaty laugh
abrasive, delighted that such silly things evoked such sentiment
and the second time the daughter hid behind her father's shadow
silently choked down the saltwater in the dark
the final time the allusion itself was enough; the tears were already there
just waiting for their cue to spring to life on her cheeks
the arm, placed gently, tentatively around her shoulder, snaked in
a little closer, predicting, anticipating, unsurprised and comforting
when she buried her head in her palms
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