Karla did not understand her father's second voice.
She knew the first as the deepest music in the world, firm but gentle even in correction.
His colossal stage voice, however, required explanation.
“That's drama, my darling: you are my life.”
Karla did not understand her father's second voice.
She knew the first as the deepest music in the world, firm but gentle even in correction.
His colossal stage voice, however, required explanation.
“That's drama, my darling: you are my life.”
This is so beautifully written! I love how you captured the difference between the everyday love of a father and the powerful way he expresses it through drama. It’s such a sweet reminder that love can have so many voices, each special in its own way.
Thank you so much for reading ... you got the message!
You'll understand, a voice with drama is different.