Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

Arms that grow more frail

There are days when I look at my arms and fancy that they belong to my dad. I remember how distinct the patterns of his veins were and with the passing years, how thin his skin became.

One day when my son was young, he made some sort of rude comment to my wife. I overreacted and forcibly pushed him up against the wall in my anger and as a result, bent the warm-air register in the dining room.

I've never replaced this register because it serves as a tangible reminder of the person I do not wish to be and that I am just as full of imperfection as anyone.
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