altheabashar

04:24 pm - Recognition

Reading a literary book on the art of the memoir, I had an insight about my father. I pictured that both of us were on parallel tracks--that despite the differences in our chosen vocations--I would very much become like my father.

And I tried to picture more deeply who he was.

As if from another region of my mind, I pulled a transparent film over my father, covering his outsized character, his successes, his failures, his determination, his foolishness . . .

And that transparent film was me.

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