“My father—a man I’d always loved but never understood—was a pillar of my life, of my assumed privilege. He’d always just been there. Solid. Stoic. Stubborn. Like some ancient Grecian statue. Permanent.
And yet now that statue was showing cracks.”
Powerful work in here. It’s brave sharing this. Thanks so much for it.
“My father—a man I’d always loved but never understood—was a pillar of my life, of my assumed privilege. He’d always just been there. Solid. Stoic. Stubborn. Like some ancient Grecian statue. Permanent.
And yet now that statue was showing cracks.”
Powerful work in here. It’s brave sharing this. Thanks so much for it.