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Parent's Bluff

On my first day at school, I was sitting with 40 other children, wondering why most of them were crying. I wanted all of them to shut up and get on with the story sessions that we were invited to. None of those kids or the 600 others that I knew are what they claim to be to their kids today. Most parents put themselves on pedestals and pretend to be model kids in their time.

I kind of got the drift in my early years that my parents were bluffing. Bluffing drains meaning from words and leave them empty. So when words spring out at me with pompousness, I sleep peacefully with my eyes open. I have been desensitized to words; often even my own.

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