“You cannot let yourself be defined by what others think of you, Camelia.”
Camelia’s shoes were worn through on the big toe of her left foot. She concentrated there instead of meeting the hurt in her father’s eyes.
“Camelia.” He said her name softly and she looked up. Tears welled in the older man’s eyes. “Please help me understand.”
“I can’t.” She breathed before her own tears overflowed.
~ Eileen 🙂