VG Lee - writer and poet

II never loved Jennifer. It was not her fault. When the nurse placed her in my arms all I felt was the pull of a sinking heart. My child, my responsibility – the door to my life closing.

“You’ll grow to love her”, the nurse said reading my expression.
I knew I wouldn’t. She reminded me too much of her father and the struggle it had taken to inadvertently produce her. I would have chosen to forget my mistake – Jennifer made forgetfulness impossible.