27.8.11
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A Wolf at the Table
A Memoir of My Father
12.3.2011 - 27.8.2011
Ill just go straight to the phrases i usually underline while reading, there's nothing much to be said
- Before, i was afraid that i might grow up to be like him. Now, i knew that i already was. Because what he had done to Ernie i knew i could do to him.
- Riding back from the grocery store, i realized my father was two men - one he presented to the outside world, and one, far darker, that was always there, behinde the face everybody else saw.
- I kept to myslef that when i ate vanilla frosting straight from the can, i could feed God standing right beside me like a real best friend, watching and smiling and wishing he had a mouth.
- If i wanted ti be free of my father, it wasn't up to some man in the sky. It was up to me.
- The smile simply unzipped his face to reveal the darkness behind it.
- But maybe, a father is really a luxury after all.
- I was not my father.
# posted by manal yusuf @ 10:08 AM 
