The Morning After

The Morning After
Unexpected Handwriting
They expected a frantic plea, but my penmanship was immaculate, each letter solid. I thought my stepfather’s smirk was waning because I thought it was too dramatic or childish. They were unaware of how meticulously I had prepared this or the meaning behind each phrase. For me, it was a proclamation, a step into adulthood that they couldn’t undo, but to them, it was simply a letter. The last turn of events was nearly upon me, and my course was set.

Unexpected Handwriting