(The image of my father flashed through my mind, carrying a vague shadow; I instinctively chose not to delve any deeper).
Why do I still entertain these wild thoughts, trying to perceive those "anomalies" which may not even exist?
I suddenly realized, as if a thousand-pound burden was lifted off my shoulders, a light and grounded sense of relief flooded my heart.
Perhaps it's really just me being overthinking, it's my own malfunction that perceives things I shouldn't have.
That's how the laws of the world operate; the sun hangs high in the center, the Lord overlooks, the family is harmonious, mother cooks delicious meals, sister excels at crafts, father... let's not mention him.
Isn't all this so "normal"?
Normal as breathing.
Now it's all well, even the possible "imperfections" of my fiancée have a perfect and elastic solution; what else worries me?
Happily, I ruffled my sister's hair.
