29 5 / 2012


You called me over when I was young and told me you wanted to see how strong I was. I was eager to impress you so I obliged. You told me to put my hand in front of my face and try to keep it there, while you tried to pull it away.

I thought I was doing so well as I strained against your arm. Until you let go. And I hit myself so hard I ended up on the ground with a bleeding nose.

You helped me up, after you’d finished laughing, and said “Let that be a lesson. Trust no one. Not even me.”

Despite what had happened, there was more love in that sentence than a thousand bed time stories.


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