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“I know,” my father said. “I’m not either. But I don’t have the luxury of waiting until I am.”

The room was too small. Too hot. The window over the sink faced the backyard, where the rusted swing set we’d had as kids still stood, half-consumed by ivy. I looked at that swing set and I remembered my father pushing me on it, one summer evening, the sky orange and purple, his hand between my shoulder blades, the way he said Higher? and I said Yes and he pushed harder, and for a moment—just a moment—I believed I could fly. incesto madres e hijos comics xxx 1

“Then don’t say it,” I said. “Because I’ve been fine. I’ve been better than fine. I have a life. I have people who love me. I don’t need your apology.” “I know,” my father said

My father took a sip of his coffee. His hand was steady now. Too hot

“Fair enough,” he said, when he could breathe again. “I deserve that. I deserve worse.”

But for the first time in ten years, I wasn’t pretending my father was dead.

Then I picked up the mug.