One night when I was fifteen, lost in some painful mood, my father asked me to dance with him. He put his hand on my shoulder, and I jumped out of the chair screaming, “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! I am sick and tired of dancing with you!” The hurt on his face did not escape me, but the words were out, and I could not call them back.
发布于 2021-04-18 19:13:54
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