What We See

Vivaan took me by the hand and led me over to the looking-glass. “What do you see?” he asked. Reluctantly, I raised my head and stared at my reflection.  “I see an ugly dark skinned woman.” He put his arm around my shoulder and said, “And I see a beautiful child of God, created in …

My Father

Ever since I was a child, I used to gaze at my reflection in the pond or in the looking glass and wonder what was wrong with me--why my father didn't love me.  He has never shown me any affection.  How I longed for a kind word, a tenderness in his manner toward me but …