prexton

A sample from the desk. If the person you need to hear it from only ever says it sideways, this is the letter I would write, in your place.

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To my father, who tells other people he's proud of me,

I heard it secondhand again. Uncle Ray, at the door, putting on his shoes: “Your dad never stops talking about you.” You were in the kitchen. You didn't correct him. You also didn't say it to me, then or since.

I used to think that meant you didn't feel it. I've stopped thinking that. Now I think you feel it so plainly that saying it to my face would be like reading your own name out loud. Something a man shouldn't have to do.

So here is what I want you to know, and I'm only writing it because I would not survive saying it out loud.

You taught me how to change a tire, how to shake a hand, how to leave a room without apologizing for taking up space. You never taught me how to hear “I'm proud of you” from you, because you never gave me the chance to learn it. So when someone else says it, I don't know where to put it. It falls through me.

I've stopped waiting for the sentence. What I want is one afternoon where we don't do anything. No project, no errand, no reason. Just the two of us sitting there, and you not finding something to fix.

If that's too much, then keep telling them. I'll keep hearing it. It's a strange way to be loved, but I know what it is now. I've decided it counts.

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