I reminded my mother today of the night we called the police at the request of a kid who used to bully our kids all the time. He said his father was beating his mother. "Call the cops, please. Tell them it's Jim. They know me."
I told the story slowly and, since this was a good day, she seemed to be following it and remembering things, to my amazement. I was telling her that after that evening, I realized how badly Daddy had wanted a son and how his life might have been different if he had daughters.
When I finished she said "Is he still alive?" I said "you mean my father?" and she said "No...the guy you're talking about."
owell.
I told the story slowly and, since this was a good day, she seemed to be following it and remembering things, to my amazement. I was telling her that after that evening, I realized how badly Daddy had wanted a son and how his life might have been different if he had daughters.
When I finished she said "Is he still alive?" I said "you mean my father?" and she said "No...the guy you're talking about."
owell.
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