Ancient Sumerians and black-eyed peas with cornbread.
As the day draws near its end, it is my tear-stained face staring back at me in the mirror at the countless, endless denigrations served me by my father for my memory problems.
My heart breaks every time not because he seemingly has limited amnesia as well, but because I wonder if I'll ever feel whole again.
It has made me nicer and more forgiving, but at what cost?
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