To Speak Or Not To Speak

It was 1983 and I was in Trenton visiting my brother Steve, Dad, his second wife and their two little boys (also my brothers). “Steve told me you’re going away again,” Dad said. I studied his nicotine-stained fingers as he dragged a long haul of his cigarette. My face lit up. I smiled with excitement. “The Orient. I’m going to China!” I was giddy,   happy. I wanted Dad feeling proud of me. How badly I needed his approval! “Jeesus Christ!” Dad’s eyes had a look in them I did not like. “What do you want to go there for? All…

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