HEAL

I know you wanted to write the
story of how you lived over the
Chinese restaurant with your
family after your father died and
you all found out that he gambled
away your big fancy home and
your dignity and your chance to
graduate.
I know you only ate bread and
oil but you were grateful you got
the heel of the bread no one else
wanted because they thought it way
too tough but you liked it.
I know you did all of this without
feeling mad or bad or sad because
you never told me about any of
those feelings only about the facts
with focus on the good tastes.
You loved gathering together
listening to “Happy Days are Here Again”
on your prized radio.
Every week you all listened to the show
that began “Who knows what evil lurks
in the hearts of men?  The Shadow
knows!”
You didn’t need to know.
I need to know.

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