55 Fiction: Regret
I was the best actor and yet, the only one with no parent in the audience. I couldn’t blame my dead mum. How I wished she were alive to see me. Dad thought my craft was useless.
Decades later, as an orphan sifting through his belongings, I found photos to every play I’d starred in.
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