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Family Dinner : 10.27.03 @ 6:45 pm I don�t know how the conversation started. Like all supper time conversations I suppose, with politics and the media.
It was something to do with health education in public schools. Mum was saying that is was the parent�s job to teach morals to their children, while the school covered the science behind it. �I think you guys did a pretty good job. I�ve grown into a well spoken, well educated, well rounded, intelligent, responsible and mature young person.� I can feel the confidence in my voice, and it surprises me. I do not compliment myself easily, nor take pride in my characteristics. An analysis of any given family dinner might tell a psychologist why. �Your problem is that you don�t treat your elders with respect. You talk to your parents like you know all, like we�re your punk friends standing on a street corner.� His pupils are dilated and his neck seems elongated from his shoulders. �So because I don�t kiss your ass, because I�m not Catholic, because I don�t agree with everything you say, are you saying I�m a failure?� Because I�m not straight hangs in the air, unspoken. That is an untouchable subject between us. A closet, open and overflowing, yet ignored in hopes it will clean itself.
�In more ways then one.� He takes another bite of his chicken leg. /A |