Tuesday, May 8, 2012

My Daughter, the Samaritan


I have heard from men in the forces that they have seen Desdemona trying to aid the imprudent Michael Cassio after he has reportedly lost his position by the Moor’s firing. My daughter has always been this strong in good nature, yet I fear and always have feared the hands that might try to refract this light she always seems to shine on poorer souls. It is funny in actuality, how much she had inherited from her mother. There are no waking moments where I could earnestly pose and sprout lies that I do not miss either of them. I know Desdemona’s hearts in the right place with helping this man, despite the fact that it is unnecessary… I suppose I have finally hit the moment in every father’s existence where through darkness and light of their kin, they just wish to see them back. To grasp and hold them again.
I just hope with all my heart that her kindness isn’t misconstrued.

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