Danny Nguyen
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I've lived a life filled with danger and damage, wonder and wander, beauty and breakdown, and I still don't think I've found what I'm after. Not yet.
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Turning Point
When I was 9 years old I burnt my hands on an oven tray, and dropped all the sausages onto the floor. Dad came rushing in after hearing the commotion and started hurriedly picking them up with his hands and putting them back on the tray. He looked angry but also panicked, frustrated, and unenthused, all at once. But I remember his most prominent expression was sadness, he looked as if seconds from crying. I knew he had had a tough day. We all knew. When he has a tough day, everyone is made to know. That day was a tough, rough, day. So when he asked me to turn the sausages for him, I leaped at the opportunity. I wanted to be of use so badly, to be useful to him - because, despite everything, known and unknown to me, I still looked up to him. I looked up to him and I dropped his fucking sausages. I was a little boy.
By Danny Nguyen3 years ago in Families
