Untold Tales of Love and Shame

“Four O’Clock Is Approaching; My Daughter Is Becoming Restless Prancing Like A Colt Ready To Bolt Out Of Here. The Program Is Over: The News She Will Watch At Home. But She Gives It Another Try: She Fishes Out A Large Sheet Of Paper From Her Handbag –She Goes Around With Gigantic Handbags- That Carries A Text In Huge Capital Letters: I Love You Squeeze My Hand If You Understand. She Grabs My Left Hand; I Let Her But Do Not React. Of Course I Could Squeeze It – My Left Hand Works Fine But I Remain Motionless. She Sighs Returns The Sheet Into Her Handbag And Rises Ready To Leave.”. “…Somewhere I Read About A Father Saying That His Child’S Heart Is A Second Heart That Beats In His Chest Right Next To His Own. I Always Felt Like This About You But I Was Never Able To Express Is. At Most I Could Say: “I Only Have One Daughter.”