My father was like that, too. His very presence would make me stupid and silent.

I didn’t know what any of it was for and didn’t ask. Something in me had made me stupid; I would guess wrong, and he wouldn’t answer or be angry. But he touched the bone-fine yellowwood or stinkwood or jelutong in a way that made me see the mean…
Chapter 4: Something Hateful in Us
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Jul 26, 2022
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My father was like that, too. His very presence would make me stupid and silent.
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Written by Barbara Andres8.7K Followers
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Muddling through, one story at a time. Grab a cup of tea, pull up a chair, and let’s get curious together. On Bluesky: @terriersrus.bsky.social
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