Miriam Hall-thepapermirror
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To reveal what they don’t see, what we can’t truly fathom, in the world of the faces that don’t belong to us.
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“Come back here!”
As a child, my father was my world. He would play a silly game that he dubbed, “come back here!” I would pretend to run away while he would grab me back saying, “come back here” in his funniest voice. His deep lulling voice changed into silly characters and operatic parodies, shooting my imagination past the stars. Nightly stories that spread over every kingdom and flourished from the tiniest insect to the tallest mountains, poured from that voice. A voice that clamoured off the walls. A voice who told my mother she was never good enough. A voice who said "I don't know when I'll be back." And didn't return.
By Miriam Hall-thepapermirror4 years ago in Families
