What I said to My Father's Killer, Tell The Truth Even If Your Voice Shakes and Your Leg Shakes
I am having de ja vue. The bench I am sitting on is hard. The air is cold. My younger brother is sitting beside me. My stomach is in my throat. The lights are bright and then I see him.He is 56 and frail. His hair thinning and he grows it long, combs it back just like my father did. His glasses are the same as the last time I saw him. I was 16 then and 33 now.