This is the first in a series of mini profiles I am collecting on the people I meet on the Eastside of Indianapolis. For privacy reasons, no names or photos will be shared.
All caught up in her colors and twisted hair, she smiled and chattered over invisible tears. Today marked a full 17 years of varying acts of father, mother abdication; culminating in the ultimate withdrawal: Silence. She prattled on about her favorite boy band, her film heroes, when the hero she wanted the most was not strong enough to pick up the telephone; the heroine too caught up in mirror gazing.
Show me the Hero for the woman child who knows no other way than to look for saviors on the silver screen.