What’s with the hat?
I felt like wearing it lately.
“Holes”? What’s that mean?
It’s how I’m feeling. Like
something in me is missing.
Something in you?
Yes.
What brought this on?
Remembering my childhood.
What about it?
Dad’s drinking. Mom’s depression.
How they fought. How they weren’t
really there.
Ah. And the holes that left in you.
Right.
Got it. See that box by your foot?
Yes.
Open it. It’s yours.
Uh, thanks. Not sure this fits me.
Just listen for a moment.
We all have holes. All of us.
Because we all get hurt or
disappointed or damaged in childhood.
But you’re nobody’s kid now.
Your parents are gone.
And you can wear any hat you want to.
So you can walk around wearing your
Holes hat forever…
or you can get to work on making
yourself Whole.
Can I really?
You really can.
I’m not sure about that. This hat
still feels too large.
You’ll grow into it.
May 17th, 2026 at 2:34 pm
I didn’t see that coming. Great finishing touch to the story.