Tuesday, December 21, 2004

My Father Was A Man In A Box

My mother had a box made of papier-mâché with love letters written by my father. No one was allowed to read these letters after he had left. I kept asking for it but my mother kept the letters for herself. She opened the box several times a week and next she examined the letters and sobbed. I never knew my father. My father was a man in a box.

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