Well told story. Your beautiful and fabulous crafted body story reflection reminds me Abdourahman Waberi’s, a novelist, essayist, poet, academic, and short-story writer from Djibouti, autobiographical novel, “Why Do You Dance When You Walk.” If you haven’t read it yet, i highly recommended you.
truly lovely piece. it came into my life on ostensibly the perfect day, as i spent much of last night reflecting within this very sphere of thought-influence.
i just returned to my home country, and i'm spending some time at my parents' house. at dinner, i was drinking my usual Liquid IV from a strange and unusual container, which ended up calling my parents' attention to it. "how long will you have to drink those for?", my father asked, pointing to my drink. "until it passes?" he continued, alluding to my incurable condition. no less, there is no known treatment for it, only symptomatic treatments such as the literal medicine i was consuming, which aids with the permanent chronic dehydration.
"until it passes"
ive been reflecting on it, the hurtfulness of yet another remark that diminishes the severity of my medical condition, taking it — and by extension my daily struggle — lightly. mind you, this is him having made strides on this front, due to my mother having the same genetic condition and surely, i can only assume, regularly intervening and explaining. it must be painful for him. hard to accept. he's lost a lot of people, been around many sick people, including himself. including my mom's stage 4 hepatic cancer best friend. not to mention, im his child and there's essentially nothing he can do. it must be hard, i get it.
i love the way you crafted this story and i’m amazed by how vulnerable it is. RFK Junior can suck it
Appreciate your kind words 🤲🏾
an incredible body of work
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so beautiful mA
Well told story. Your beautiful and fabulous crafted body story reflection reminds me Abdourahman Waberi’s, a novelist, essayist, poet, academic, and short-story writer from Djibouti, autobiographical novel, “Why Do You Dance When You Walk.” If you haven’t read it yet, i highly recommended you.
truly lovely piece. it came into my life on ostensibly the perfect day, as i spent much of last night reflecting within this very sphere of thought-influence.
i just returned to my home country, and i'm spending some time at my parents' house. at dinner, i was drinking my usual Liquid IV from a strange and unusual container, which ended up calling my parents' attention to it. "how long will you have to drink those for?", my father asked, pointing to my drink. "until it passes?" he continued, alluding to my incurable condition. no less, there is no known treatment for it, only symptomatic treatments such as the literal medicine i was consuming, which aids with the permanent chronic dehydration.
"until it passes"
ive been reflecting on it, the hurtfulness of yet another remark that diminishes the severity of my medical condition, taking it — and by extension my daily struggle — lightly. mind you, this is him having made strides on this front, due to my mother having the same genetic condition and surely, i can only assume, regularly intervening and explaining. it must be painful for him. hard to accept. he's lost a lot of people, been around many sick people, including himself. including my mom's stage 4 hepatic cancer best friend. not to mention, im his child and there's essentially nothing he can do. it must be hard, i get it.
it's... still not going anywhere, though.
Wow. Incredibly moving and well told story. Bravo to you for sharing it.