Flakes

I knew the doctor would be wrong. Call it a gut feeling, but I knew with very little uncertainty. As I washed my children's hair, I watched as the little flakes fell from their scalp only to be tangled in their hair. "Sorry honey. I don't know who passed this on to you. Let's just say its another gift from your absent father."

*** One Word: Sorry for the short entries as of late. I am working on a couple of larger projects right now. I plan to share them when I am finished. ***