Thursday, September 6, 2012

Parts of her

Chloe's father, it's one of those things we never talk about because we don't really have to. Everything's already been said through the little gestures, how she won't take his calls and the way she falls asleep leaning against my shoulder in a taxi going nowhere at 3 am after seeing him on 7th Avenue.

It still hurts her but you can trace the contours of whatever stereotype you like, none of them are true. I know what I saw when we were little, how he was never around, but it's like she told me one night in the attic bedroom of the summer house years ago: "At least I have a father".






23 comments:

  1. i also love this line "at least i have a father"..its so meaningful!

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  2. I love these life snippets x

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  4. I have to admit my father worked for 12 years in another country... so, basically I didn't get to see him as often as I wanted... it was hard, cause my mother had to cope with my brother and me while both being adolescents, and among that she worked as a doctor in a hospital... but I don't hold it against him. I understand him. I would probably do the same if I was in his shoes. I know he did that only to provide my family all the things we have today... now, he is with us all the time... but now we don't have much time to spend it with him... But we try to... and it feels quite good...

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  5. I am so glad you stopped by my blog today. You are a beautiful writer and I will be happy to follow your posts!

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  6. Thank you for your lovely comment!
    love these life snippets

    Mag
    xoxo

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  7. Thank you for your comment! :)
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  8. Nice blog. Would you like to follow each other? =)

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  9. Wonderful and inspiring photographs,
    beautiful text once again.

    xx,
    sparkle.

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  10. just discovered your blog. I like you.

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  11. Lovely photographs and text(:
    Thanks for your comment, I follow you.<3

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  12. Very poignant.. and lovely images. The stars were beautiful!

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  13. Hi dear
    I like your text so much, even it's a little bit sad...
    The pictures are the perfect companions...
    xoxo

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  14. This is terrible. I start to understand better some of the things on our writing. I do not return my father calls either. He was never around when we were kids, we felt lonely, and somehow it stays forever. We knew, but never were openly told, that he had another family, other children. Now, in his old age, still living with his 3rd of 4th, probably more, wife or woman, and corresponding new children, he dears to call, for money. The first times I gave in, even if I knew all he was telling were lies. Hard even to talk about it.

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  15. Those last words are so true. My parents are divorced so don't see my dad all that often, my he's still my dad & love him.

    Thanks for the comment.
    Take care !

    Satu
    Indie by heart

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  17. very stylish, black&white blog.

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