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Posted by Jai Narayan on January 11, 2004, at 21:05:34
When I was 17
I came home late from my date with Zac. It was a night that he had been particularly brutal with me. I rushed to the medicine chest above the sink in the kitchen. As I perched on the cannery yellow chair, stretching to reach the pills dad came into the room.
" What’s the matter," he asked as he came swiftly through the dark room. I burst into tears and all the pills flew out of my hands cascading over the sink, counter and around the floor. I sunk into the comfort of his loving arms and sobbed, "Oh dad, I don’t know." He held me tight. I cried till my sorrow and all the thoughts of killing myself vanished. Wiping my face with his soft hands he whispered, "I love you."
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