(continued) I want to tell Gogol to LISTEN to his father, to cherish their time together, not just to tolerate it. But when you're 14, you don't understand that.
It makes me think of one of my favorite poems in the English II book - Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays." The ending is so poignant:
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
— Mar 05, 2020 08:11AM
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