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Tyrants are not easy to oppose or walk away from, especially when you depend on them for everything.
If our hosts had any inkling that I was recycling the melody from Hall and Oates’s “Kiss on My List,” they gave no indication. (What can I tell you? Under pressure, I sometimes default to Hall and Oates.)
All any of us could do was try, and hope that, in the end, the virtuous cycle would break the vicious one.
It wasn’t about how loudly you swore your oath, or what sacred words you used. It was about whether or not you meant it. And whether your promise was worth making. Hold on, I told myself. To both the rock and the lesson.
My heart did not melt. I did not feel that this was a warm-and-fuzzy reconciliation with my father. Let’s be honest: some fathers don’t deserve that. Some aren’t capable of it.
No story ever ends, does it? It just leads into others.”
“You’ll come back?” she asked. “Always,” I promised. “The sun always comes back.”
However, anytime you take aim and prepare to fire your best shot, anytime you seek to put your emotions into a song or poem, know that I am smiling on you. We are friends now. Call on me. I will be there for you.
