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“It's late, and my phone is in hand, note page open. I blink and see my father kneeling before my mother. People bowed to him, but he never asked me to.
I chew my lip and tap out a poem. For her. For him. For me.

I will keep you safe
gather around you like a
shield, like a barn in
a storm, like the fire around
the sun, let me shelter you.”
― Emiko Jean, Tokyo Dreaming

“You see Alexander was my weakness just as I was his. No one in the world had fought for me as relentlessly as he always had; ever since I was a just baby in the crib. Neither Father nor Mother when she lived, ever made him do it for me. It was entirely of his own volition.”
― Maddy Kobar, With a Reckless Abandon