Sunday, September 20, 2015


I heard a story on the radio about a boy and his father; they had no language in common and thus felt estranged. Immigrants, the parents decided their son should learn English, but the father never did. They never spoke. Just awkward smiles and gestures; loneliness, sadness, and guilt.

Something clanged in me as I listened. Two people might share the same words yet fail to communicate.

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