I kept him to myself—not sharing, not saying. It saddened me, but was safer than exposing Daddy to strangers.
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They stand as reminders that we have the ability to surprise ourselves. What we’re really looking to be are tourists in our own lives.
Because I wanted to know the thoughts making noise in his head, I asked him: Did you ever do drugs? Would you want to be famous?
Trapped by the confines of a clock, I cheated myself out of the one thing I love most. I worry that this preoccupation with occupation is going to be the death of us.