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May 21, 2014 @ 8:09 p.m. | ||||||||
Once and every time I spoke with my father... | ||||||||
My energy would zap. Stress levels would shoot up and my nerve endings would fry. And today. It was not the same. Today I finally felt a measure of serenity when he talked and I listened. Those are our conversations. He talks. I listen. And occasionally make sounds of assent. There was nothing different. It was the same topic/s. Same story of his life. But I felt more detached and less drowned. More objective and less on the defensive. And when I started disagreeing in my head, I just took a deep breath. I thought of Athan You the present and thought of how not to be him. It helped. So much, it helped. |
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