I remember feeling safe once. I was a kid, maybe six or seven. Mom, Dad, and I were all out at the beach on a sunny Saturday noon time. Mom was sitting in a beach chair beneath an umbrella and reading a book, and Dad and I were dancing around in the tide.
Every time a wave would come, my dad would lift me up off my feet by my shoulders and then set me back down after it had settled. I felt superhuman, like not even the gods themselves could touch me. And every time a wave would come, no matter how big it was, and no matter how small I was, I knew it wouldn't topple me over. Because my father was bigger than the wave, and as long as he was there, I would not drown.
YOU ARE READING
Chameleon ✔️
Mystery / ThrillerI have three secrets. 1. I'm in the witness protection program. I witnessed my mother's murder when I was eight years old, and now the murderer is after me. 2. I can read minds. Or not "read" them... not exactly. But I can feel them. Every emotion h...
