I stood in a crowd, a little further from the stage, just a little further from the spotlight. It wasn’t a high neither a low point. It was nothing like getting my point taken. I just stood further away for a day.

I needed a different perception other than my emotions. I needed a different view other than what I closely saw. There’s more than enough burried down but it can’t give meaning to it all.

I needed to see and not just feel, to see how men celebrated their wins as fathers, to see if in the crowd or perhaps on stage was a man looking down with regret of not delivering what’s labeled “best”. I needed to see.

I needed to see and perhaps feel for the ones who couldn’t celebrate this day because they’ve lost the ones needed for this day. Perhaps a father, or a child, those who aren’t able to celebrate this day for no fault of their own.

It’s getting harder by second, I noticed a heavy wave of anger and unforgiveness, some weep for their children,...