would often lecture
us children
about the dangers of
the outside world,
telling us
not to talk to strangers,
so i stopped
talking
to my father
for years.
he seemed to be a visitor
at times,
spending a lot
of time
in the other room
with his
things that we weren't
allowed to touch.
sometimes
he'd tussle our
hair,
when passing by,
or tell us to get our
bikes out
of the driveway.
but other than that
we rarely spoke,
until one day i asked
him if i could borrow the car,
to which he say,
no.
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