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the MAn
from Our Odysseys
by 826nyc
Carol Panora
The man who was supposed to protect me, instead he was the person I had to be protected from. The man who was supposed to hold me while I cried over stupid boys, yet I held myself as I cried for the father who was never present. Fathers had to be the heroes of our stories, but every story differs. They had to be the example, the standard of how someone who loves you should treat you. My father was the first man to break my heart, the one who makes me doubt my worth every day. As C.C. Aurel once said, “You owe me sleep, so much sleep.”
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Fabian Peña
Having to keep up with school, get straight A’s year round, the year filled with stressful nights and headaches, but coming home to a proud mother with her amazing food makes it all worth it.
To walk a mile in my shoes is tiring, but forgiving.
