safe space.

Sometimes I think, the only boy to whom I will lay out the stories of my father in entirety is the person with whom I hope to build a life with.

“It begins like this,” I hope to tell him, with courage that took decades to surface.

Sometimes I think, I would really like to put these stories to rest.

I hope I find my person.

you will need to be other people

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