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was his silence that hurt; his cold disapproval; the knowledge that I, as his only son, was ever a disappointment. My mother had comforted me once, explaining that fathers and sons never understood each other—but I knew she was wrong; knew it even then; knew it even before she died with the son for whom my father longed, the one he hoped would grow into the man I could never be.
Father
