My assignment is to keep my mouth shut. My daddy has said multiple times, "Keep your mouth shut."
"But."
"No. Shut."
That he has to tell me twice is the shame.
"My toes are trying to get out of the marathon."
He stops, turns, walks back and sits in the chair next to me.
"I'm your Dead Sea," Wesley sings.
Today I am grateful for the opportunity to speak and open my heart and open my mind but then to keep my mouth shut.
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