this night has opened my eyes
Every time I have a breakdown and my dad is lurking nearby, I manage to learn something completely new about him. He has a way of keeping quiet and letting me weep, unlike my mother. He’ll sit on my room’s couch and pick at his nails or stare at the pictures on my wall or…
It’s like he enjoys keeping me company when I’m in distress.
Eventually he will speak up about something similar that happened to him. Yesterday he mentioned that the reason he didn’t go to college was because his past wife gave birth to a baby he had to take care of (that wasn’t even his in the first place).
Sad, is it not?
He won’t necessarily comfort me, but his presence and openness somehow make me feel a bit better. I suppose that having my dad around does me better.
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