When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.
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Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует5 месяцев назад
keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
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The real you—whoever she is—will get what she wants in the end
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует11 дней назад
That was who we were going to be forever, him and me—never close, never forgiven, never redeemed.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует11 дней назад
The ink on the story of my dad and me was dry. The book was shut.
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I think I hate my father, too.
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want to look back in ten years and know I did everything right.” No more second place, no more punching down.
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует6 дней назад
“Ten years from now, we’re going to be on top of the world together. You and me, looking down on everyone else, laughing and laughing.”
Tasnimee Makkiiцитирует6 дней назад
Wanting is dangerous. The less you want, the safer you’ll be.