The ink on the story of my dad and me was dry. The book was shut.
Tasnimee Makkiihas quoted2 days ago
That was who we were going to be forever, him and me—never close, never forgiven, never redeemed.
Tasnimee Makkiihas quoted2 months ago
The real you—whoever she is—will get what she wants in the end
Tasnimee Makkiihas quoted5 months ago
keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
Tasnimee Makkiihas quoted5 months ago
Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
Tasnimee Makkiihas quoted6 months ago
When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.
Ian Romel Mendozahas quoted7 months ago
The words cleaved me in half. Mrs. Rush, my favorite teacher—the one I felt surely saw me, recognized I was special—couldn’t remember I existed.
Ian Romel Mendozahas quoted7 months ago
Your body has a knowing. Like an antenna, attuned to tremors in the air, or a dowsing rod, tracing things so deeply buried you have no language for them yet.