The apple doesn’t fall far from the
tree resonates loudly to me in the piece. We are tormented our whole lives by
the actions of our parents. The happy, the sad, the bitter, the fun, the
memories of them always stay with us. I really enjoyed the colorful writing it
felt as though we were reliving the memories of a distraught youth.
The tenderness and painful oblivion
he writes in regard to her mother echoes. We are so enamored through youth of
our parents, but hindsight of our youth can sometimes leave us harboring
different emotions towards those who raised us.
I sometimes find myself looking at
my own actions thinking, “wow, I am just like my mother…” we are raised in the
image of our parents, they are everything they never wanted to be and the
cyclical pattern continues as offspring repopulate the planet.
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