have familiar greys in his hair. And a new Ma would want to be comforted on long nights. And by the time the heavens would be weighted by all the sunshine and forced to let down the downpour of tears, the thunder and lightning would make the shadows of our house seem darker and more menacing. They would seek warmth in their new home, only to be terrorized by our cold touch. But that was the thing about summers, the nights were never very long. And the sun tried to love my frigid touch away. My sister would have a new word for our new family, cherishing them harder in hopes of feeling the love being reciprocated for once. And it would be my nearly thirteenth summer all over again behind the blue door, more decayed from all the love it held behind its back. Email Id: [email protected] Instagram Handle: the_colour_of_abyss