“I’m still copying you though.”
“I know. Now copy this.”
I am standing in a room and I am looking at my dad.
It is 1996 and he is 33 years old and he is journaling hour by hour the day that I am born. He is the first person to ever put my name to paper. It is 2008 and he is 45 years old and he is gripping my arms too tight and screaming at me, so close I…